| Yeah, it’s ya boy… I'm back Byrd Gang
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| Another rap extravaganza classic for you niggas
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| WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU?
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| GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM STUFF WITH CHUUUUUU?
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| GET BRAAAINS, NIGGA I FUCKS WITH CHUUUUU…
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| CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!
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| WE FUCKS WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES… THE BIRD SWANG
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| AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES… IT'S BYRD GANG
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| NIGGA WE GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH…
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| CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!
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| If trap is the way out then y’all niggas stuck there (for' real)
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| Coffee shops the only way you see Starbucks here (for' real)
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| And I’m a different story (ha!), feeling out of line
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| In that deuce so I think I need a whole different story!
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| Can’t judge a book by it’s cover
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| Comes to yay you can’t judge a brick by it’s color (what!)
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| You only know if it’s butter when you put it in the raw
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| And that watch ain’t flooded if you still see the border
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| If he doesn’t hustle, somebody around him does
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| And if he ain’t homie, somebody around him cuz
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| (Cause?) Cause gangster ain’t easily portrayed (nah)
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| Death before dishonor niggas easily betrayed
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| Same niggas from the sandbox, I bought drops (drops)
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| One year or two times we can watch the ball drop (ball drop)
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| We by-coastal you niggas ain’t playing right (nah)
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| Drive-by and toast you, you niggas ain’t spraying right
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| Five seven with thirty five homie pitch a buck
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| Hit the club with the bitches, ma ain’t the only one to fuck
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| Cause my BG’s so prolific, you sluts can do whatever
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| I’m abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to Bermuda
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| Nigga’s caught him slipping again, he ain’t never shoot us
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| Bigga caught up pimping again and he ain’t neva Scooba
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| Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my scooter
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| My Ruger’ll do ya like they did Martin Luther Jr
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| A lil bigger rocking some shoes thinking that they cushy
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| Lil niggas got it confused thinking I’m a pussy
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| Watch how I scream with the team cause the clock is ticking
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| I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the Glock be kicking
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| I be blowing on the stank, blowing on the dank
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| My quarter across the border I ordered what it drink
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| Got ya daughter caught up in loops all up in the lane
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| All in the paint, we balling and caught up in the mix… OWWW
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| We do it to the death, a hundred hoopties I done wrecked (Capo!)
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| I got a bitchy attitude but stay super duper fresh (stay fly!)
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| My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the curb
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| If I’m not out of town I’m up in Harlem on the curb
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| Or handling B. I, in the office with my feet up
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| Stay running through the city, stay cautious if you see us
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| Been known for going hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
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| We gotta stay fly, Austin to the sneakers
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| I love the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
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| Break the speed limit something sporty with a heater (speediiiiin!)
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| You fuckboys, you’ll never be like us (not at all)
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| Stunting at the light, in a 07' Spyder
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| Behind the G-wall, I know several lifers (Eastside!)
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| Eight forty eights they was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
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| Six forty five, cherry and it’s piped up
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| The wrist forty five, chain heavy and it’s iced up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fucks with You , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп