Birdman

Birdman - My Jewel lyrics

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(feat. Bun B, Young Jeezy)





[Intro:]

Yeah

Just like that, baby boy

Brrat

Y’all understand me

Bigger than life (crazy)

Y’all understand me? (yeah)

The sun do shine

Believe me (yeah)

Down bottom (yeah)

Brrat (yeah)



[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewels

* or hustle money *

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes 

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)



[Birdman]

Bounce back, rebel

Going in a * sell

I’m raising hell doing swell

Make the mail*, the mirror

Make the money, * tell

Make the money

Flip the money

* show the tell (yeah)

From the bottom

Where the roaches at

Hit the light switch

Where the roaches scat

Bounce back, hella choppers

More stacks, out the back

To a bus * mill stack (yeah)

So she love me

So I * her right

From the floor, no ceilings

What a hella sight

Harley Davis is a * bike

Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred

Models every night (yeah)

Put the suede with the plush leather

Leather so soft * do it any weather

Fly in any weather

Hustle in any weather

Shine in any weather (brrat)



[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewels

* or hustle money

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes 

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)



[Bun B]

This is a G

Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects

Where * pull cords and choppers get pulled out

Like you at the barber

Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor

This is my life (life)

A ghetto dream come true

Paper plates on the Benz, (Benz) ridin’ so new

On some 2011 * when I come through

Black paint, black seat

And the black rims, too

Can you see me *

I’m creeping on the low though

In the big-body four-door

With the four boy logo (logo)

Smokin’ * rolled up

In a damn * getting high as

* eagle dare drift (drift)

Ain’t that some damn *

And it’s true though

But it ain’t like I’m telling you

Something that you ain’t knew though

I’ll put one in your noodle

So don’t get it twisted like a noodle

And leave a * twisted

So what it do, Bro



[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewel

* the hustle money

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes 

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)



[Young Jeezy]

Give me my *

Jizzle got it bad

He ain’t no fool (nah)

Jizzle ‘bout his bag

2010 drop *, 26-inch

Stick in the back with the 100-round * (yeah)

Call him * bag, look at Mr. Toilet Paper 

Call me half a * with the gasoline chaser

The hollow , we make the gasoline chase you

Smoke that fire *, till the gasoline face you

* heartless, he walkin’ with a pacer

Blue and yellow mirror, that’s my Indiana pacer

Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer

No playin’ where I’m from ‘cause we’ll trail blaze you

Don’t leave no *

And that’s on everything I own

But I swear * love every * I ever owned

Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster

Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche  



[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewels

* or hustle money

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes 

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)
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