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Birdman - 's' On My Chest lyrics
[Chorus:]
 I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest [yeah]
 That b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
 (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)...
 (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)...
 [Birdman:]
 (If younin say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)
 (If younin say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)
 I'm in this b*tchhhh
 [Lil Wayne:]
 Reporting live from kims coner star
 Hollygrove 17 conivour
 Ridin thru the city in a tonka toy...
 I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur
 Huh only ride Chevy, never drive a ford
 And my coupe doors open like plaza doors
 Yep, red thick women (uh) eyes adore,
 I'm a whore, u know that I'm a whore
 Yep, cash money, cash money monsta boys, mafia b*tch, even cops a boy,
 When you say you want beef, then I got yah boy,
 I'll just let the big mac whopp ya boy
 See my dreads hanging like a like a roska boy, my rosta an I...
 LL turn into mufasa boy
 We run up in ya casa boy, and blast off like nasa boy, [uhh]
 I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest (uh)
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
 Cash money
 Cash-cash-cash money
 Cash money
 Cash-cash-cash money
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
 [Birdman:]
 Yeah,
 Cash money is an army n*gga, yuh better kno it's gravy
 If you ever f*ck with youngin, or if you ever f*ck with baby
 Sh*t goin b crazy, n*gga doin it like the 80's,
 Buncha young n*ggas poppin off n they sprayin,
 Up in the early we thank yah for the sunshine
 Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9,
 Kiss momma cause we goin out n gettin mines,
 Next n*gga in line 17 on the grind,
 Shoe first, n*gga not seein mines,
 Big purses million dollar headlines,Birdman - 's' On My Chest - http://motolyrics.com/birdman/s-on-my-chest-lyrics.html
 5 drops, og the last big time,
 Lord to the game, n*gga till it's my time,
 Like father like son this n*gga this time,
 Jr got the fame and the game mastermind,
 2oo on the dash, n*gga watch me mash,
 Doin dougnuts in my h0od gettin papper bags...
 I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
 Cash money
 Cash-cash-cash money
 It b that cash money
 Cash-cash-cash money
 It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)...
 (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)...
 [Birdman:]
 Livin is red, that how we play it,
 An up town sr. Be blood till I'm dead,
 That's what I said, I put some change in yah head,
 If you ever cross the line n*gga's nuttin but bread,
 50 shots from high, n*gga we won't stop,
 From puttin candy on the slabs,
 N*gga stirrin the pots, put the hammer on the jammer,
 N*gga pull it n pops, put the rubber on the bands
 N*gga 'stackin means knots
 [Lil Wayne:]
 B*tch I'm a boss
 B*tch I'm a boss
 Bury me like my father on the cross
 And carry 19 I shall over a cross,
 Shawty got that game on lock like a vault,
 Weezy baby kyan pepper, no salt,
 Windows down on the hulk in the winter it's yo fault, huh
 I don't jump on the track, I pull forward,
 I got that 'S' on my chest I'm supposed to follow...
 [Chorus:]
 I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 That b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
 It b that cash money ca-ca-cash money.
 It b that cash money ca-ca-cash money.
 Cash money ca-ca-cash money.
 I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest
 It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead...








