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Bird gang Club BangerTryin' to holla at you shortyOne focus, one focus onlyTryin' to hit that thang, let's goWe make hits in the studio nightlyWe out trying to get this moneyWe take trips in the winter in jet planesTo climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floorGrindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubblyBut at the end of the day, we feelin' to playI'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkeyIt goes yes, yes yo, fresh to death ballaYou can play hard, under pressure I'm stonedWe playin' tight D, I'm in the paint like a GSome say they gangstas but they ain't like meCame from an environment, came I was firin'Then hit the dealers see the range I was buyin'Don't test drive like a whole whip like you shouldShoving up pies, a whole whip that you shouldThen take the proceeds, waist about four G'sLetras de cancionesBottles in the club tryin' to get the home and skeezI'm tryin' to get the dame to breezeBut she putting up a fight like Layla AliI told the lady I'll be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly VMiddle name 40 on the wristLast name you can't afford me bitchGet a camcorder bitchWe make hits in the studio nightlyWe out trying to get this moneyWe take trips in the winter in jet planesTo climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floorGrindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubblyBut at the end of the day, we feelin' to playI'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkeyCases of purée, roséLook like Picasso painted on the bottlesWe throwin' money, we lookin' like lotto'sI could cover chicks with cheese like nachosFly out the cove, land in the heat whereNew York to Miami bitchBitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitarGot em' all rubbin' they bitch braGot em' all shakin' their tush likeI'ma givin' 'em a taste of the good lifeBut I give 'em a taste of the good liquor, a taste of the good budNext thing you know she'll be tastin' my goodI get money be quiet, you talkin' to the jolly green giantI see it, I like it, I buy itBaby I'm flyer then a pilotFlyin' at his highest, climb itWe make hits in the studio nightlyWe out trying to get this moneyWe take trips in the winter in jet planesTo climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floorGrindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubblyBut at the end of the day, we feelin' to playI'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkeyWhere are my homies? Up to no goodWhere are my homies? Yup I'm so hoodWhat up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt alreadySee my hoes are like my plates, temporaryAct nil you beat it, move on strategicThe marbles man, yup the floors are heatedCam half pound a quart a kid better ask 'roundI'm sorta needed mack rounds you're deceitedIn the 90's, Z3, BB'sNow in the crib the TVs watch TVsKillen Killen, mo killen and then a kitty purrsFuck furs, his and hers, Bentley spursGun talk, real talk, speak mack to mackWe like the Pistons, Bulls, you know back to backMazirattis back to back, come ride wit meOn 11 hundred, not the pipe, two five fiftiesWe make hits in the studio nightlyWe out trying to get this moneyWe take trips in the winter in jet planesTo climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floorGrindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubblyBut at the end of the day, we feelin' to playI'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey From Letras Mania