I Got To Lyrics

I Got To lyrics

[Lil Wayne]

 Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man

 Junior daddy  shitting on the game

 You probably see me sitting on the Range

 I'm hustling  look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain

 Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game

 Shout it Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang

 I say shout it Ride high dro burn my brain

 Gotta let a boy  I re-earn my thang

 And my five pound germ might sing

 A song - if you wanna sing say Bling

 And if you ever see my pa say King

 And if you ever see his son say Weezy baby!

 New prints of the Big Easy baby

 Ya'll niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby

 Ya dude can't lose  I'ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!

 

 [Chorus]

 Know why I stay so fucking fly?

 Stay dipped in every kind of ice?

 Big rims on every ride?

 Cause I got to, I got to nigga

 

 Live life you ain't gone live it twice

 Pop cris, smoke dro, and get that white

 Don't worry bout the price

 Cause I got you, I got to nigga

 

 [Baby]

 It's the king of the flyer

 That ride skinny tires

 I'm so so high and I'm so so higher

 Its me and Jr. that's so so fly

 Fuck them other niggas cause they need to retire

 We pluck polar bear winter on my side

 Sitting on the swine  alligator punch-line

 Super stitch in my leather  pockets full of cheddar

 Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky

 We drank absolute cristal for breakfast

 New whips come out  I puts it together

 Tell you how I do it  I change my leather

 No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers

 And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters

 Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers

 I wipe it down bitch  bird lady forever

 Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Baby]

 She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life

 You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife

 So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit

 You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch

 Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch

 Get anything you need and you roll with the clique

 Go to the club and get a front row seat

 Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch

 See your fly now mami  used to be a dirty bitch

 Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick

 You maintain mami  you never just wild out

 That's why Stunna put you in that big ass house

 With the German floors with the wood grain side

 Mink on the door with the foreign G ride

 (?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise

 No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly

 

 [Chorus 1x fades to talking]