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birdman - brown paper bag كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
all brown paper bag (uh-oh)
all brown paper bag (uh-oh)
all brown, all brown
fill it up with ones

[chorus]
all brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
all brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
fill it, fill it up with ones

[verse 1 – lil wayne]
i got that paper bag full of paper
bag full of kush
big chopper, i can hit you from a hundred foots
what’s happening wardy?
how you on it buddy?
them b-tches checking for me
tell them i’m with swizz swizzy
they call me wizzy fizzy
holler back right now i’m busy
i am the president
you just play your position
and i hope that door don’t hit you
get up out of my office crawfish
don’t let them sharkies get you
this beat’s a car collision
check out my car collection
yeah look at my rims hoe
mercedes with them kidneys
naw that’s a benzo
i don’t pop them pills no
but i pop them rubber bands
man i can get like fifty thousand in that brown bag

[chorus] x3

[verse 2 – birdman]
yeah, n-gga
cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half b-tch
sh-t, birdman in a benz with the duffle stuffed
got a chopper with a drum and one iced up
them people hot around my way but we don’t give a f-ck
we on the grind for the shine trying to come up

a black mac, black six, and a black hummer
them thirteen hundreds, fourteen hundreds
we be getting money
drop it off, get to work, n-gga keep it running
garbage bag full of cash, n-gga keep it coming
in my hood red phantom, n-gga we be stunting
got the block blocked off, n-gga we be hustling
brown duffle bag filled up with cash
sixteen years old with a brand new jag’ b-tch

[chorus] x2

[verse 3 – swizz beats]
get it up
in the air
get it up
in the air
n-n-n-now money, cars, clothes, hoes
all a n-gga know so
i’m from the ghetto so
give me my pesos
all brown paper bag
i could fill it up with ones
n-gga fill it up with ones
hey fill it up with ones
i bet that she’s a stripper dancer, dancer, dancer
hey, hey stuff it in the thing dog
d-mn right, i be popping my collar
in a all black impala
making fiends want to holler
got the suede on my headrest
gold on my d-mn bracelet
hey triple gold n-gga
sucker i ain’t riding thin
you want me come and get me
i’m in 360 (ferrari man)
cash money’s with me

[chorus] x3
like father, like son (repeat to fade)

- birdman

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