Letra de High

Birdman

Letra de High de Birdman
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Letra de High de Birdman.

( Birdman )

Ohhhwe, ten mins classic daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit´ it daddy?
Shit, please believe it

[Lil Wayne]
We back
Yea, the flow won´t leave him
I promise baby, I´m in my song
Wizzle, c´mon, wha

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come ´round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh
Bossy nigga, so presidential thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I´m mad as a mothafucker, why? I´m rich!
Buy a bag brotha, get a nigga high, I´m lit
I´m bad, I, hit´chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I, hit´cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What´cha know about it? It´s not four baby´s
Unless ya Weezy F Baby
And, please say the Baby when say it, mothafucker

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ridin´ in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin´ wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I´m high
Yeah, yeah, baby I´m so high
Uh huh, again

Ridin´ in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin´ wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I´m high
That´s right, baby I´m so high

[Birdman]
Yeah nigga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred
Yeah

[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame nigga, a G to my name nigga
I do´s my thang nigga, I´m gettin´ this change nigga
So who´s to blame nigga, about the game nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga, I gave the game nigga
I´m doin my thang, and still, fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga, I know the pain nigga
I know the fame, and still, fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah we chillin´ with them bitches on us
Holla nigga, while we countin´ our hood riches
Thinkin´ bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit lic´s for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doin´ it how we done it nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was comin´ nigga
And every summer had Hummer´s nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn´t nothin´ nigga

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C´mon
Ridin´ in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin´ wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I´m high
Yeah, yeah, baby I´m so high
Uh huh, again

Ridin´ in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin´ wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I´m high
That´s right, baby I´m so high

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can´t, and no nigga won´t
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fo´ sho´
And I got D´s to blow, fo´ sho´
Come on, now if ya feel me put´cha guns in the air
Pull ´em out, and let the playa haters know that it´s there
Bang that mothafucker, and pop that mothafucker

Yeah, fall back young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin´ me perfect, exactly
Jeans fallin´ off my ass, pocket cash showin´
Rock n´ roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Petrone, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it´s on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin´ to my bed
And I´m goin to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked the night to find ´em
And, I might define ´em if, I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she diggin´ my persona
She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna
I don´t believe her at all, I´m just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C´mon
Ridin´ in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin´ wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I´m high
Yeah, yeah, baby I´m so high
Yeah, again

Ridin´ in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin´ wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I´m high
That´s right, baby I´m so high