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    "I Got To" Lyrics

    Baby feat. Lil Wayne and Birdman

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    (feat. Lil' Wayne)

    [Lil Wayne]
    Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking 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'ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!

    Know why I stay so fucking fly?
    Stay dipped in every kind of ice?
    Big rims on every ride?
    Cause I got to, I got to nigga

    Live life you ain't gone live it twice
    Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white
    Don't worry 'bout the price
    Cause I got you, I got to nigga

    It's the king of the flyer
    That ride skinny tires
    I'm so so high and I'm so so higher
    Its me and Jr. that's so so fly
    Fuck 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 shit and plucked her feathers
    I wipe it down bitch - bird lady forever
    Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather


    She was a raggedy bitch, 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 shit
    You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
    Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
    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 shit on a bitch
    See your fly now mami - used to be a dirty bitch
    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 ass house
    With the German floors with the wood grain side
    Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
    (?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
    No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly

    [Chorus 1x fades to talking]
    This song was submitted on April 9th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joe F. Clayton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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