Album by Birdman
Number of Lyrics in Album : 16
By Birdman, Chorus: Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the
By Birdman, This for the hood, this for the ghetto This is for
By Birdman, Hey Brian, I'm glad you took some time to come
By Birdman, Stunna it's your turf, baby And me the heart thrive Yeah, I
By Birdman, Chorus: I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know
By Birdman, [Chorus:] I gotta get it is ya with me I'm gone
By Birdman, Yeahh.. scene so thick Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot Nuttin but that
By Birdman, You know what I’m sayin’ You know what I be like Sometimes
By Birdman, I run this bitch and I'ma keep runnin' I'ma keep runnin',
By Birdman, Yeah nigga Thats what it do, thats what it does, thats
By Birdman, Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We
By Birdman, (hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
By Birdman, Now let's get back on to the last part of
By Birdman, 100...stunna!..wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!..we ride and die
By Birdman, This here for the money homeboy Money money money train nigga It’s
By Birdman, Yeah Nigga we gotta fly muhfuckin whip you hear me?