Always Strapped (Remix)
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| "Always Strapped (Remix)" |
| Album |
| N/A |
| Artist |
| Birdman |
| Featuring |
| Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Young Jeezy |
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DJ Khaled
Hey, yo, Birdman
We been here before
This the G-Mix
This the Always Strapped Remix
Believe that...
Chorus
Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be mugging me
You know I'm mugging back
Niggaz be mugging me
You know I'm mugging back
Lil Wayne
26-inches, remix killer
Weezy F., the god...
Yeah Godzilla
I'm on that Bob Marley
I'm in a Far-rari
I mean a Ferrari
My flow is so fiery
I'm hotter than the sun
Just call me a Amare
I'm the sole heir
Whatcha know bout it?
Young Money, baby
Baby co-signed it
Young Money, Cash Money, we are so giant
G-4 flying
We are so private
I need a co-pilot
What it do, Stunna?
Yeah your son is grown
Kick your feet up and I'm a bring the money home
Birdman, Jr.
Always strapped
Combat first
Never back down
I lay you back down
Always strapped up
Never put that strap down
Ha ha
Young Mula, baby
Repeat chorus
Rick Ross
Run with me or run from me
Pussys' gonna get pussy
CMB, Weezy, Birdman, Ross
Purple car, purple green
White work, polyurethane
That girl brain got her IQ
Her daddy in a chain gang claim pyru
She wanna look at me, I wanna look at her
I run with Cash Money
Go ahead and look it up
Only the best grade
Trying to light it up
Spend a night with me baby, you could write a book
I influence so many
G-5s, I done flew in so many
We so hot, so and so finished
We globe trot onto more business
Two stepping in my Chuck's
Always strapped you know what's up
Triple C you know that's us
CMB you know that's us
Repeat chorus
Young Jeezy
...so good you can smell it through the roof
If you getting money
Throw your hood out the roof right now, nigga!
You know it ain't no remix without the band man and the flyest nigga in the club
He got on his band-bands
Why you call 'em band-bands?
'Cuz he got them bands and it would've called them gram bands if they had them grams in 'em
We leave nothing at the crib, I got it all on
And I ain't leave nothing off, I got it all on
Say, I ain't trying to be rude
Niggaz ain't shit
They just trying to be dude
Niggaz ain't this
Pull up in something so stupid like, 'What you think?'
Damn shades so dark I can't even blink
Left the street with bad habits
Can't stir my drink
Fuck around and have a flashback
I might need a sink
I get in, I go hard
Ask my old broad
Fuck credit, straight cash, that's my Gold Card
Always black, I'm in black always
Always strapped, yeah I'm strapped always
Repeat chorus
Birdman
Young Mula
Switch rides, got the curves on the Phantom, baby
Put the Bugatti up, but I still got my tool
Yeah, yeah
Everyday homicide ride with jewels
AR-15 everywhere we move
Brand new shoes
Money out the roof
Hard body, hard top
Candy on the coupe
Cash Money is a dream
Wearing triple beams
Grand old fiends, look like high beams
Everyday hustle, got my hood online
Gonna spill these hundreds
Big money gonna shine
Uptown soldier
Five-star G
Ten keys on your feet
Nigga, sleeping where you sleep
Like father, like son
Two chrome nines
Same blood lines
Hustle all the time
Fly in the ride
G for hire
When I'm in the A
I'm high in the sky
Repeat chorus
Birdman
We make it bounce, bitch
We make it bounce, bitch
Bounce, bounce
Yeah Uptown, Young Mula, CMB, Birdman, Junior, Boss, Jeezy
DC, MIA, 30504, LA, New York, Kansas City
You already know how it goes
I see you Ohio, Milwaukee
Yeah, GA, VA, Beantown, Chicago
Way up top, Jersey...
