- Votes:
- Composers:
- Pharrell L Williams
- Gene Elliott Thornton Jr
- Terrence Le Varr Thornton
- Chad Hugo
- Brian Williams
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- dirty south
- high school
- house party
- rap
 
- See also:
Birdman - What Happened To That Boy lyrics
Aye, aye, aye, ya
 Tot' 'em up, light it up, nigga
 Birdman, motherfucker
 Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, what you smelt?
 Coke'll leave plastic, boy
 [Incomprehensible] border motherfucker
 Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 I heard he snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't so
 Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
 Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
 While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
 Word in the streets that can envy as me
 Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
 Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
 9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
 I'm known for the flip of that Coke I ener
 I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
 Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
 Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya, man
 Oh, I'm the reason that your block is vacant
 Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement, bitch
 Clipse and Cash Money, who ain't rich?
 Don't compare me to you, nigga, you ain't this, woh
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha
 Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the busher
 Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
 Boss of the ghetto, with the round shape cookie
 Shit one, Dro one, nigga, flood the block
 If I don't go to jail, niggas, birds gone flop
 Nigga sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
 The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
 New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci shit
 But, mami, you fly Benz, the wide skinny lips
 She takes my flight, she holds my weight
 While the po-po staked out from state to state
 It ain't nuttin' to a baller babyBirdman - What Happened To That Boy - http://motolyrics.com/birdman/what-happened-to-that-boy-lyrics.html
 Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, Birdman, hood boss
 Baby steppin' on my line, I'll show a little somethin'
 They callin' you don't come out then the black crow'll touch ya
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 Another soul lost, had to make a shirt
 Match my ox blood colored Porsche
 The rims match of course
 Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them
 Glistenin' wrist on chiller
 Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
 I put this on my Lord
 My niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
 I past the shore for that shit that made fiends
 Rise from the dead like Thriller
 Gangster, hustler
 At night, still found time to kiss my mother
 Live like I'm dreamin', kick my feet up
 Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
 So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
 And have your body parts mix and matching fella
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 What happened to that boy
 He was talking shit
 We put a clap into that boy
 Aye, aye, aye, aye
 There it is, nigga, there you have it
 Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know?
 Uptown, nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
 We flip bricks you under-smell
 Aye nigga, put this puzzle together
 Aye Pharrell, you did this year
 1000 pieces puzzles, 100, you know?
 Let's get this money
 Hey nigga, I smell somethin'
 Coke'll leave plastic, bitch, you know?
 Get money, motherfucker
 However you want, it you can get it, pimp
 From gangster to blood
 Nigga, take it how you want it, nigga
 We did it how we live
 Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga
 Money thing, mother











