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Come and boost this\nWe run the fucking game, nigga, truth is\nCargo pants and my red bottoms\nTalking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em\n\nNo clothes in the closet, it's all birds\nNo sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\nNo luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\nAnd I ain't going back\nI'mma ball first\n\nAnything you need know I get it cheap\nMy nigga Rozay makes millions while he can't sleep\nCars European come and see the fleet\nWe're commercial; come and see us if you need the street\nI'mma bring it home nigga bet the bank\nSierra Leone all up in the link\n'Bout to double up, some Mason Betha shit\nHuddle up, round table, King Arthur shit\nShorty ass fat, she can't stand straight\nSpent your down payment on my landscape\nNiggas sideways like the Phantom door\nHundred round drum sound like round of applause\nSlicker than a can of grease\nPaid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece\nCoke, boy, I'll be thirty for sure now\nCoke damn near same price as dope now\n\nNo clothes in the closet, it's all birds\nNo sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\nNo luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\nAnd I ain't going back\nI'mma ball first\n\nNo clothes in the closet, it's all birds\nNo sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\nNo luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\nAnd I ain't going back\nI'mma ball first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.20] Walk with a rel nigga\n[00:04.63] Self-made millionaire\n[00:08.54] What more could you ask for, huh?\n[00:13.16] I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati\n[00:16.09] I'm a John Gotti, got my own army\n[00:19.18] Worth fifty million and it's all on me\n[00:22.00] Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony\n[00:24.79] Last problem I had, a nigga head-shot him\n[00:27.76] Say the word on the street is that my man got him\n[00:30.84] If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him\n[00:33.69] I got Lears and all -- don't need Aaliyah problems\n[00:36.69] May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem\n[00:39.73] All my CDs gold but the Visa darker\n[00:43.00] Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars\n[00:46.06] Double-M G this little thing of ours\n[00:49.09] Take it to the door, motherfucker, plea\n[00:51.77] Niggas layin' on your crib while your momma sleep\n[00:55.19] Home-cooked meals for the real niggas\n[00:58.04] Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas\n[01:01.00] Want to shoplift? 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Come and boost this\nWe run the fucking game, nigga, truth is\nCargo pants and my red bottoms\nTalking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em\n\nNo clothes in the closet, it's all birds\nNo sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\nNo luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\nAnd I ain't going back\nI'mma ball first\n\nAnything you need know I get it cheap\nMy nigga Rozay makes millions while he can't sleep\nCars European come and see the fleet\nWe're commercial; come and see us if you need the street\nI'mma bring it home nigga bet the bank\nSierra Leone all up in the link\n'Bout to double up, some Mason Betha shit\nHuddle up, round table, King Arthur shit\nShorty ass fat, she can't stand straight\nSpent your down payment on my landscape\nNiggas sideways like the Phantom door\nHundred round drum sound like round of applause\nSlicker than a can of grease\nPaid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece\nCoke, boy, I'll be thirty for sure now\nCoke damn near same price as dope now\n\nNo clothes in the closet, it's all birds\nNo sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\nNo luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\nAnd I ain't going back\nI'mma ball first\n\nNo clothes in the closet, it's all birds\nNo sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\nNo luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\nAnd I ain't going back\nI'mma ball first","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67]Walk with a rel nigga\n[00:03.95]Self-made millionaire\n[00:06.69]What more could you ask for, huh?\n[00:11.38]I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati\n[00:15.33]I'm a John Gotti, got my own army\n[00:18.26]Worth fifty million and it's all on me\n[00:21.20]Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony\n[00:24.27]Last problem I had, a nigga head-shot him\n[00:27.28]Say the word on the street is that my man got him\n[00:30.11]If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him\n[00:33.18]I got Lears and all -- don't need Aaliyah problems\n[00:36.00]May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem\n[00:38.85]All my CDs gold but the Visa darker\n[00:42.14]Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars\n[00:45.35]Double-M G this little thing of ours\n[00:48.17]Take it to the door, motherfucker, plea\n[00:51.17]Niggas layin' on your crib while your momma sleep\n[00:53.94]Home-cooked meals for the real niggas\n[00:57.37]Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas\n[01:00.37]Want to shoplift? Come and boost this\n[01:03.08]We run the fucking game, nigga, truth is\n[01:06.33]Cargo pants and my red bottoms\n[01:09.34]Talking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em\n[01:12.08]No clothes in the closet, it's all birds\n[01:15.06]No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\n[01:17.92]No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\n[01:20.98]And I ain't going back\n[01:22.82]I'mma ball first\n[01:24.56]Anything you need know I get it cheap\n[01:27.00]My nigga Rozay makes millions while he can't sleep\n[01:29.97]Cars European come and see the fleet\n[01:33.13]We're commercial; come and see us if you need the street\n[01:35.86]I'mma bring it home nigga bet the bank\n[01:39.16]Sierra Leone all up in the link\n[01:42.41]'Bout to double up, some Mason Betha shit\n[01:45.19]Huddle up, round table, King Arthur shit\n[01:48.23]Shorty ass fat, she can't stand straight\n[01:51.42]Spent your down payment on my landscape\n[01:54.27]Niggas sideways like the Phantom door\n[01:57.22]Hundred round drum sound like round of applause\n[02:00.23]Slicker than a can of grease\n[02:03.34]Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece\n[02:06.23]Coke, boy, I'll be thirty for sure now\n[02:09.09]Coke damn near same price as dope now\n[02:12.20]No clothes in the closet, it's all birds\n[02:15.19]No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\n[02:18.26]No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\n[02:21.06]And I ain't going back\n[02:22.83]I'mma ball first\n[02:24.54]No clothes in the closet, it's all birds\n[02:27.45]No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds\n[02:30.22]No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds\n[02:33.07]And I ain't going back\n[02:34.68]I'mma ball first\n[02:37.70]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Birds (feat. 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