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Birdman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Neighborhood Lyrics - Birdman

[Verse 1: Ralo] 

At night I think about it, them niggas can't without me 

Them bitches try to doubt me, a nigga came up out it 

Talking about it, niggas ain't 'bout it, you just talking 

How could they doubt me? How could they doubt me? They wasn't around me 

How could they give and take it from us? 

All of my niggas that made it with us 

Fuck all them haters, they can't get in touch 

I was impatient, I was in a rush 

I taking that molly, making her mind up 

I care for nothing, I made it, I promise 

Fuck all the comments, they hating on us 

Tell them they want this cause nobody done this 

I be stacking it up, they not be showing no love, I got that shit out the mud 

I sit in front of that jug, I didn't have much, I barely made it to court 

I'm on my mama's support, she didn't abort, I owe that lady the world 

'Til I did it for her, for her, she still my favorite girl 

 

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[Hook: Birdman] 

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood 

Double strap with the macks in my neighborhood 

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood 

I staying tote stay down in my neighborhood 

Bust guns and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga 

Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them flips nigga 

We all gravy in my neighborhood 

We get them hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood 

 

[Verse 2: Ralo] 

Counting the bricks, counting the bricks, counting the bricks 

I want your bitch, you want your bitch, she want the dick 

Pull up, pull up in that Wraith with the plugs, none of these niggas gon' take it from us 

Fucking with us, nigga you would, I be fucking these hoes in the club 

Fuck the OP, I know that I did it, all of my niggas gon' handle their business 

I get it, I spend it, you know that I'm winning, none of my niggas been broke in a minute 

All of these bitches embrace me, I think it's because of my bracelet 

You see that look on they faces, you know them niggas was hating 

Tell 'em that I'm gonna win, I'm gonna do it again, none of my niggas have been 

I just got out of the pen, now get rich off a pen 

Do you remember me selling dope? 

I used to live at that yellow stone 

Now a nigga doing better though 

I ain't ever going back to broke 

 

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[Hook: Birdman] 

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood 

Double strap with the macks in my neighborhood 

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood 

I staying tote stay down in my neighborhood 

Bust guns and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga 

Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them flips nigga 

We all gravy in my neighborhood 

We get them hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood 

 

[Verse 3: Derez De'Shon] 

Ever hear the song? Time ain't money, got the Rollie and they still on me 

On the highway with no license and they still on me 

I got a stick on it right now, that loud talking, better pipe down 

'Fore I catch a body right now, yeah I'm talking right now 

Officer outside claiming county 'fore you try, better think about it 

Wrist roll, nigga bank about it, everybody having paper rounds 

Most of these niggas be lying, most of these niggas be lying 

Never committed a crime, pull out a fine, they crying, what's on the back of your mind? 

I'm on that mob shit, we steal it, we rob shit, we kill it 

No swiping, no cop shit, in the trench, got dope in the closet in the skillets 

Crips and Bloods show me love in my neighborhood 

Before you cross me, better be cautious in my neighborhood 

 

[Hook: Birdman] 

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood 

Double strap with the macks in my neighborhood 

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood 

I staying tote stay down in my neighborhood 

Bust guns and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga 

Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them flips nigga 

We all gravy in my neighborhood 

We get them hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood 

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