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Birdman - Just Another Gangsta Lyrics
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[ Featuring Juvenile ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Bitch (bitch)
Nino, look
D-Roc

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'

Y'all chase bitches, I chase bags
Shoppin' up in LIV, Bally slippers for the swag
And I just got a new crib
'Cause I was stuck and had to get it how I live
Me and my cousin had to write our own scripts, so
We with the hustlin', we was small when we was buyin' cars
Stayed in our budget, can't do nothin' from behind bars
Nothin' but sufferin', I know criminals in all the Wards
And I don't judge 'em
MVP, I'm on some James Harden shit
And f*ck a 9 to 5, I'm on some money ploy shit
You got your money in the bag? Bitch, I need a forklift
I ain't good with fallin' off, I'm tryna make the Forbes List, hey

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag

250 on the whip, a hundred on the tag
The Gucci with the cash, 200 on the dash
Bad foreign bitch with the curves and all
She love a real nigga, shot call and ball
See my bloods been poppin' from my neck of the woods
And then we came up ice rockin', put the candy on wood
Put the stuntin' in full
It's all gravy and good
Put potatoes on the 9
Nigga, f*ck 'em, we do it
Shine is a must, the people, we duck
We chalk a nigga down while we standin' him up
I'm just a Third Ward nigga, big money on me
We come from the bottom, nigga, survive and make it

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'

Had to learn my own craft, I was on the wrong path
I was out here livin' dirty 'til I took a long bath
I done got my shit together, now I got my own staff
'Bout to f*ck my right hand man up 'cause that nigga want half
He see me in my new 'fit, this shit just ain't simpin' it
This make them bad bitches get close like they kin to me
G-code in my bones, ain't no f*ck boy in my tones
And I always keep tools with me case anything goes wrong
D-boying these niggas, they gon' talk shit when I'm gone
Street bitches who f*ck with me gon' text message my phone
They want to knock me off my throne
Try, try, try, but they can't take me out of my zone

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'

Original
Hot Boy shit
You heard me?
Solid like a rock
Yeah, stand tall in the fall
Chopper with the sticks, bananas, one
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Bitch (bitch)
Nino, look
D-Roc

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'

Y'all chase bitches, I chase bags
Shoppin' up in LIV, Bally slippers for the swag
And I just got a new crib
'Cause I was stuck and had to get it how I live
Me and my cousin had to write our own scripts, so
We with the hustlin', we was small when we was buyin' cars
Stayed in our budget, can't do nothin' from behind bars
Nothin' but sufferin', I know criminals in all the Wards
And I don't judge 'em
MVP, I'm on some James Harden shit
And f*ck a 9 to 5, I'm on some money ploy shit
You got your money in the bag? Bitch, I need a forklift
I ain't good with fallin' off, I'm tryna make the Forbes List, hey

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag

250 on the whip, a hundred on the tag
The Gucci with the cash, 200 on the dash
Bad foreign bitch with the curves and all
She love a real nigga, shot call and ball
See my bloods been poppin' from my neck of the woods
And then we came up ice rockin', put the candy on wood
Put the stuntin' in full
It's all gravy and good
Put potatoes on the 9
Nigga, f*ck 'em, we do it
Shine is a must, the people, we duck
We chalk a nigga down while we standin' him up
I'm just a Third Ward nigga, big money on me
We come from the bottom, nigga, survive and make it

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'

Had to learn my own craft, I was on the wrong path
I was out here livin' dirty 'til I took a long bath
I done got my shit together, now I got my own staff
'Bout to f*ck my right hand man up 'cause that nigga want half
He see me in my new 'fit, this shit just ain't simpin' it
This make them bad bitches get close like they kin to me
G-code in my bones, ain't no f*ck boy in my tones
And I always keep tools with me case anything goes wrong
D-boying these niggas, they gon' talk shit when I'm gone
Street bitches who f*ck with me gon' text message my phone
They want to knock me off my throne
Try, try, try, but they can't take me out of my zone

I pull up in that yeah, 240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'

Original
Hot Boy shit
You heard me?
Solid like a rock
Yeah, stand tall in the fall
Chopper with the sticks, bananas, one
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Bryan Williams, Damas Petit, Daniel Lebrun, Terius Gray
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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