Lyrics Birdman – Bit bak

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

f*ck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
She f*ck on my b*tch yeah, she eating my girl out
GTV til I hurl out versuri-lyrics.info
Run a plan, get swirled out
What the f*ck you so early bout
You dead broke at your girl house
I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
I f*ck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
White boy on a nigga team
That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
We big I could see and read
My fingers a couple keys yeah.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bands
I do it for my momma man
We came out the trash can
Look at me the last man
Look at me the last man standing
Maybach panoramic
That b*tch is sleepin, no xanax
f*ck em all no scamin’
I’m rich before your grandaddy
Versace Versace make em panic
The mansion made her wear the panties
She asked a nigga where the plan at?
Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
New watch, the Titanic
I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
Playin’ with me better put some respekt on it.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Seven day
Strip club tour
Every last one fill with bands
ATL on a Monday
Chi-Town on a Tuesday
New York on a Wednesday
En Noir on a Thursday
Miami on a Friday
Vegas on a Saturday
LA on Sunday
Rich Gang lifestyle
Type of shit we do
Rich Gang
B’s up.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bandsss.
Birdman lyrics
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