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Quavo & Takeoff – Big Stunna Lyrics

Big Stunna Lyrics by Quavo & Takeoff (feat. Birdman) But the shots can’t miss (It’s Budda Beats) But the shots can’t miss (Blatt) (DJ Durel) But the shots can’t miss You slip, we slide But the shots can’t miss, yeah, huh Big stunna (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Big stunna (Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt) But the shots can’t miss (Stunt, Huncho) Real n****, I can’t fuck with you, n**** I can’t hang, ain’t no snakes in none of my campaign, n**** I’m gon’ pop it, like a fucking bottle of champagne, n**** Call the rocket, we gon’ takeoff on the fuckin’ stage, n**** (Gone, Takeoff) Phew, phew, phew, phew We gon’ takeoff on the fuckin’ stage, n**** Phew, ha, ha, ha Call the rocket, we gon’ takeoff on the fuckin’ stage, n**** (Ha) Been in all corners, I ain’t never been a runner Fifty rounds on a drummer (Oh), made ’em add another comma I ain’t going for finesse, if they try me, I’ma buss’ ’em In that demon, I possess, but watch me snatch that motherfucker (Skrrt) Big Huncho, big stunna (Big), bad bitch,

Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Open Arms Lyrics

You hear me, I say, I say (Stay off this shit dawg) It’s real, I got a real meanin’ to these tat’s on my sleeve (Buddah Bless this beat) Open arms ain’t on my side, it ain’t no love for no kind Might get robbed if you come here (Get robbed if you come) Totin’ guns, it ain’t ’bout nothin’ ’cause its a must on this side You can die at any moment (Die) I got a plan for all these niggas Thinkin’ they can play with us Wastin’ time, feel like I can’t gain enough Countin’ this money up, gave me paper cuts How they feel that they even brave than us? When neither one ain’t ’bout facin’ nothin’ When my whole career I done put shit under Broke bread when niggas ain’t give me nothin Left dead bodies all on the corner Ambulance, oh, you picked ’em up Brought ’em to them people, they stitched ’em up Detectives wanna know who ripped ’em up Young nigga got gang ties Name some other young niggas thats rich as us All them niggas, they old as fuck We the ones control shit, they don’t want nothin’ Open ar

Choppa Boy Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

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Choppa Boy Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again  [Intro: Birdman] (Pipe that shit up, TnT) Straight off this (D-Mac on the fuckin' track) Convertible, vinyl floors Ten thousand dollar robes Top, you already know, son You know how we livin' B's up, we do this shit for the- you understand me? Big money shit, blatt [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top He let off shots, wet up the block Yeah, I remember that too Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag And he just want to thank God it grew In this town we hustle different ways Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away Wish you was here to see how everything changed [Verse 1: Birdman] Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong We duckin' the jake niggas but shoo

We Ride Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

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We Ride Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics  [Intro: Birdman] It's up [?], Cash Money, motherfucker (Drum Dummie, yeah, yeah) Yeah [Chorus: Birdman] Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them birds in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (It's up) And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them M's in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (It's up) And we ride and we ride and we high and we high Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt [Verse 1: Birdman] They know them people in Durangos (Durangos) Pulled a left, start to stop a nigga game flow (Stop a game flow) Yeah, we got them choppa with them same clothes (Same clothes) Pussy nigga poppin' up with the same flow (With the same flow) We got the choppa in the Range Rover (In the Range Rover) Four deep in a lamb' and a Range Rover (And a Range Rover) Yeah, we in a Benz wit' hundred stack

100 Rounds Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

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  100 Rounds Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics [Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] (Pipe that shit up, TnT) (Thanks Yakree) I think these niggas know (Timmy Da HitMan) Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Birdman] My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke I stood outside the door Right there when Terrell stuck up the store I'm in that North, they know Where them youngins totin' poles I'm tryna make sure they strong Size me up (Size me up) Guarantee times get hard, nigga So we risin' up (So we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga) My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up) It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (Bah) Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as fuck (We high as fuck) Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (Chalk 'em up) Ol

Birdman – STUNNAMAN Lyrics

D-Roc I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin’ outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I’ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside, for real I’m ’bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea It’s a lot of fake niggas, I’ma die real I be hanging outside with Gorilla Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas Niggas rather be fly than realer And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up I’m in the gang for the dirty, dirty My right hand keep a .30 clip I done did some time with the murders I ain’t gotta shine on purpose, huh Plot ’em every time I put up (Put up) Trap house lookin’ like a co