4 My Town Birdman Drake - Lil Wayne

Yea, So Priceless,
Life so priceless n-gga you understand me,
Its just like that, My car so priceless,
My benz so priceless, My familia is so priceless n-gga,
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain’t wit us,
Either you in the hood or ya out da hood,
Either you ride or pass and fly by sayin F-ck you,
Its Young Money, Cash Money playboy,
Its about the size of it, at the roof top,
So hot up here n-gga, Lets Go!

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Take yourself a picture when Im standing at the mound,
And I swear its going down, Im just repping for my town,
Off a cup of cj gibson, man Im faded off to Brown,
And i’m easily influenced by the n-ggas Im around,
See that aston martin when i start it hear the sound,
I aint never graduated aint got no cap and gown,
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass,
Be at all my f-cking parties, grabbing money off the ground,

[Drake]
Yeah, all hell mr. lyrical,
Spades of the opus baby,
What you got a feeling for,
I can show you new things,
How you feeling spiritual,
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes…miwacles!
Yeah ok they say that Im the one in fact,
Some say that im they favourite
But i aint hearing none of that,
I’m all about my team hoe, Young money running back,
Cash money superstar, where the f-ck is stunna at?
Dayum,

[Birdman]
Untouchable,
40 Wit my AK,
Mastermind big money heavy weight,
On the grind flippin’ money in everyway,
Head line, my b-tch shine everyday,
Pearl white throwin P Marc Jacobs gloves,
Cartier Louis case wit a dope plod,
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From the mud where they what you leave in your blood,
Goin’ in flippin hundreds get the young …,
Show ‘em where it go,
Float on the floor,
Getin more dough,
Grind hard go,
Black diamond show,
Watch the flame blow,
And how you stay grounded,
Cash no go,
And how you stay mounded cash no flow,
And how you stay shinin’ Bently of the floor,
And how you stay high purple pine dro,
Diamond wings fur February snow,

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[Lil Wayne]
Uhh, You know you paid,
When you got baby wit cha,
Its Young Money like Ben Franks baby pictures,
I’m a lady twister I kiss her whiskers,
I been runnin’ this sh-t .. Blisters,
Stickin to the script movie star money,
And if you gassed up I leave the car running,
I’m a big smoker, I’m a little drinker,
The peace sign is just the trigger in the middle finger,
Whi – Which you know bout it, Man ya’ll clueless,
I let 2 women ride me, Thats car poolers
I rock stupid ice, Mr water coolers,
If ya’ll in the buildin, Then we all intruders,
sit me down pimpin, let me handle this.
I know the game, analyst,
Man i’m the sh-t, And ya’ll janitors,
Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras,

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