About All That By Birdman & Lil Wayne

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About All That

Birdman & Lil Wayne

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Yeah, like father like son
Got joey crack ridin' with us this time
I smell murder, you know
Birdman, sponsor this one
And I got 'em

Look,
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga, but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it?
How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher
Like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets, check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts, cashews
But I'm so D-C like fat shoes
I skate away, like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped, I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog, no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga

[Chorus]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga, 'Cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget
I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that, fall back

Niggas must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the blinky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back, whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like brrat!
Nigga, them mu'fuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga, how you want it ? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like in old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal army
And I'm a rider homie
And you can find it on me
That forty cal'll get you shirt picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these niggas frontin' war but they runnin' from me,
Crack!

[Chorus]

Nigga,
I had 'em as lil' niggas raised 'em 'round real niggas
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thing
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga, yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thing
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggas cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'm a do my thing believe dat

[Chorus]

Written By Jones, Tristan / Williams, Bryan / Cartagena, Joseph Anthony / Carter, Dwayne

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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