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Birdman - Baby You Can Do It lyrics
Featuring Toni Braxton Oh yeah, believe it baby Aight Toni, come on Toni [Toni Braxton] Baby you can do it Take your time do it right You can do it birdman, do it tonight Get you shine baby It's your time, do it tonight (Do it yeah) [Verse 1] Ay, ay, ay See this stunting, pimping, Cadillac dipping Grey-head miss Gladys, your son new mission Birdman daddy, no diving for fishes Until you ducks, I'm stacking my riches Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit a genius Frankie B, Kristen Desmenfifler Stiletto boot, wife beater and I minked her Spend like crazy, if the broad freak me Dro back jersey, the world wide champion Baby, in a coupe spin bout eighty Bird island, know that I'm smiling Broads on my yacht, wit they Gucci and Prada Hood rich, I'm selling that Hood rats, cost dime a dollar Boss pimping got sick off of power Get it how you live, I'm a known survivor [Chorus - Toni Braxton] Baby you can do it Take your time do it right You can do it birdman, do it tonight Get you shine baby It's your time, do it tonight Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time Bust they eye (bust they eye) Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time Bust they eye [Verse 2] Well it's the birdman daddy, I'll fly in any weather I keep the birdlady with the feather in the pezzle Always on the rock with the full length leather I'm in the Benz, she in a new Lexus 22's cause we bird infested Ruby red with the platinum necklace She in the Escalade, so wild stretching I'm so so fly, the man done blessed me Mami in the village so while dressed em Mink on the boots wit the minked out sweater Mink on the floor, with the mink chinchetta Mink on the Gucci, with the mink on the leather See I'm fly on these , mami ride on voles Stop and go's on that new Range Rover Time to go home, cause I gots to go because (Mami is in the bed with the breakfast on the stove) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Hey pimp, it's the rich and famous You driving wreckless, you driving dangerous Twenty inches on the caddy, don't blame me Slab on the floor, but it's my turn baby Money ain't nothing to me See that birdman Jr., that something to me What you know about running these streets Get it how you live, and get it how ya be Get it how ya hustle, and get it how ya see Off parole so I'm puffin these trees I'm so so high, I'm a world wide G Connected to these streets, player this cash money [Chorus] [Baby in the background] Oh yeah, Stunner and TB man Yo turn baby, got your mink on Your Gucci on, your Prada on Do it, do it big In yo new truck wit yo stop and go's, mami It's supposed to look so so so fly Ya done dig, 23's they on turn and shine ya done dig Birdman daddy, I'm fly in any weather OK, for sheezie baby. |
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