What Happened To That Boy (Album Version) - Baby/Clipse

Aye Aye Aye Ya

Tot'em up light it up ni**a

Birdman motherf**ker

Clipse VA NO ni**a

What you smelt

Coke＇ll leave plastic

Get off the border motherf**ker

Come on little＇n handle

Your business for me boy

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He was talking sh*t we put a clap into that boy

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I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it ain't so

Even as a young＇n they consigned me to blow

Witches claims why I＇m worth my weight in gold

While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O

Word in the streets that can envy as me

Enough ice on that watch to make a ni**a lose sleep

Magnified face help the b**ch see clearly

9 on the waist hit the b**ch up severely

I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener

I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma

Man hit ＇em with the Nina man

Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)

I＇m the reason that your block is vacant

Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement

B**ch Clipse and Cash Money who ain't rich

Don＇t compare me to you ni**a you ain't this (Whoa)

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Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha

Birdman ni**a leave the guns in the busher

Been shittin＇ up bricks unload ＇em to Gucci

Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie

Sh*t one Dro one ni**a flood the block

If I don＇t go to jail niggas birds gone flop

Ni**a sittin＇ on the toilet b**ch get off the pot

The bird just landed so the hood gon＇ rot

New whips big chips the Prada Gucci sh*t

But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips

She takes my flight she holds my weight

While the po-po staked out from state to state

It ain't nuttin to a baller baby

Pay the cars big money heavy weight

Bird man hood boss

Baby steppin on my line I＇ll show a little somethin'

They callin＇ you don＇t come out

Then the black crow will touch

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He was talking sh*t we put a clap into that boy

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Ughhh Another soul lost

Had to make a shirt match my

Blood colored Porsche

Ughhh The rims match of course

Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them

Glistenin＇ wrist on chiller

Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer

I put this on my lord my niece was 4

When she felt chinchilla

I past the shore for that sh*t

That made fiends rise from the dead like

Thriller

Gangster Hustler

At night still found time to kiss my mother

Live like I＇m dreamin＇ kick my feet up

Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon

So quite ya yappin＇ fore I get to clappin

And have your body parts mix and matching fella

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He was talking sh*t we put a clap into that boy

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He was talking sh*t we put a clap into that boy

Aye Aye Aye Aye there it is ni**a

There you have it

Birdman Clipse you under-smelt

VA you know

Uptown ni**a

We go anywhere with this bullshit

We flip bricks you under-smell

Aye ni**a put this puzzle together

Aye Pharrell you did this year

A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100

You know

Let's get this money (get the money)

Hey ni**a I smell somethin'

Coke'll leave plastic b**ch

You know get money motherf**ker

However you want it you can get it pimp

From gangster to blood ni**a

Take it how you want it ni**a

We did it how we live

Ain't nothin' but the thug thing ni**a