Paroles de Early Birdy
[Hook:]I jumped off the porch, yeah I jumped off early
And I started sellin' birdies
My stash so big that a nigga can't serve me
Unless a nigga servin' birdies
Niggas ain't fuckin' with Gucci cause Gucci fuck up the city
I drop 350 on that bitch to be the first one to get it
And I'm the first one to kit it and I'm the first one to tint it
And I put 6s on some shit don't even 'posed sit on no 6s
I'm on some futuristic shit this bitch ain't even know existed
And plus my chain cost a ticket, I bet you think that I'm trippin'
A water whippin' magician, I shave a 4 off a pigeon
Ask my plug, send a 50, I turn that 50 to 60
Profit a nickel or chickens, so that's 250, you with me?
Bring out the 10 that I stashed, pay for the 50 he sent me
I count 300 in hundreds, and count 200 in 20s
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, I'll bury your ass with these 50s
[Hook]
This my year
Gucci Mane La Flare and my ear so clear
Guwop up in this bitch, call me Mr. Pink Slip
I don't slip, double cup, pour it up
Yeah I keep a double pink, that's enough, that's enough, pour it up Gucci Mane, I'm in charge, I'm the boss and I'm backin' up
A Rolls Royce, drop my top, all my rhymes, they're addin' up
Had 1, I got 2, now that's 3, not enough
Need 4, I need more, another whore
Get another one
Gucci Mane La Flare, big diamonds, I could smother one
[?] cover one
I'm the governor
And I got a Ferrari, [?]
[Hook]
I drop 350 on that bitch to be the first one to get it
And I'm the first one to kit it and I'm the first one to tint it
And I put 6s on some shit don't even 'posed sit on no 6s
I'm on some futuristic shit this bitch ain't even know existed
And plus my chain cost a ticket, I bet you think that I'm trippin'
A water whippin' magician, I shave a 4 off a pigeon
Ask my plug, send a 50, I turn that 50 to 60
Profit a nickel or chickens, so that's 250, you with me?
Bring out the 10 that I stashed, pay for the 50 he sent me
I count 300 in hundreds, and count 200 in 20s
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, I'll bury your ass with these 50s
[Hook]
This my year
Gucci Mane La Flare and my ear so clear
Guwop up in this bitch, call me Mr. Pink Slip
I don't slip, double cup, pour it up
Yeah I keep a double pink, that's enough, that's enough, pour it up Gucci Mane, I'm in charge, I'm the boss and I'm backin' up
A Rolls Royce, drop my top, all my rhymes, they're addin' up
Had 1, I got 2, now that's 3, not enough
Need 4, I need more, another whore
Get another one
Gucci Mane La Flare, big diamonds, I could smother one
[?] cover one
I'm the governor
And I got a Ferrari, [?]
[Hook]
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