Birdman & Lil Wayne feat. Fat Joe About All That Lyrics

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 *****, but see me as a ****in' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this ***** like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it?
How the **** would I know?
***** 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 ****in' 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 ***** I'm a dog, no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you ***** *** *****

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Keep talkin' that **** that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta ****
My *****, keep talkin' that **** that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta ****
My *****, '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

*****s 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!
*****, them mu'****as is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't **** you tell me
*****, how you want it ? coke or dog food?
My ****'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 ****in' 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 **** is funny to me
All these *****s frontin' war but they runnin' from me,
Crack!

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*****,
I had 'em as lil' *****s raised 'em 'round real *****s
Poppin' bottles ****in' wit' them *****es *****
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young *****
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money *****
Changed all my new shoes ***** got some new tools
***** 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'
*****, 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 *****s cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they ****in' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'm a do my thing believe dat

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