I Got To (Album Version|Explicit)

I Got To (Album Version|Explicit) - Baby/Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)

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B**ch look up in the sky it's the bird f**king man

Junior daddy shitting on the game

You probably see me sitting on the Range

I'm hustling look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain

Aye I flip it twice and I serve in the game

Shout it Ride fly 20 birds on that thang

I say shout it Ride high dro burn my brain

Gotta let a boy I re-earn my thang

And my five pound germ might sing

A song if you wanna sing say Bling

And if you ever see my pa say King

And if you ever see his son say Weezy baby

New prints of the Big Easy baby

Ya'll niggas can't see me but I see you lil Pha Pha baby

Ya dude can't lose - I'm spread my wings and fly away brrrr

Know why I stay so f**king fly

Stay dipped in every kind of ice

Big rims on every ride

Cause I got to I got to ni**a

Live life you ain't gone live it twice

Pop 'cris smoke dro and get that white

Don't worry about the price

Cause I got you I got to ni**a

It's the king of the flyer

That ride skinny tires

I'm so so high and I'm so so higher

It's me and Jr that's so so fly

F**k them other niggas cause they need to retire

We pluck polar bear winter on my side

Sitting on the swine alligator punch line

Super stitch in my leather pockets full of cheddar

Smoke sticky icky icky icky

We drank absolute cristal for breakfast

New whips come out I puts it together

Tell you how I do it I change my leather

No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers

And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters

Bought mami the matching sh*t and plucked her feathers

I wipe it down b**ch bird lady forever

Birdman switch from Rees to next one leather

Know why I stay so f**king fly

Stay dipped in every kind of ice

Big rims on every ride

Cause I got to I got to ni**a

Live life you ain't gone live it twice

Pop 'cris smoke dro and get that white

Don't worry about the price

Cause I got you I got to ni**a

She was a raggedy b**ch switched her up cleaned her life

You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife

So don't you think twice about this mink and leather sh*t

You drive by the hood and bird sh*t on a b**ch

Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's b**ch

Get anything you need and you roll with the clique

Go to the club and get a front row seat

Pop mo Don P just sh*t on a b**ch

See your fly now mami used to be a dirty b**ch

Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick

You maintain mami you never just wild out

That's why Stunna put you in that big a** house

With the German floors with the wood grain side

Mink on the door with the foreign G ride

Shout bird berry Gucci be a surprise

No cost too high for my b**ch to stay fly

Know why I stay so f**king fly

Stay dipped in every kind of ice

Big rims on every ride

Cause I got to I got to ni**a

Live life you ain't gone live it twice

Pop 'cris smoke dro and get that white

Don't worry about the price

Cause I got you I got to ni**a

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