Looks Like a Job 4... Lyrics
| Song | Looks Like a Job 4... |
| Artist | Birdman |
| Album | Baby aka the #1 Stunna |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brathwaite, Williams | |
| Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| (Baby in the backround of chorus) | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Birdman motherf**ker, holla at your boy nigga | |
| Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga | |
| Tryin to get this money | |
| You know real real high, real real high | |
| We tryin to stack it biatch | |
| Bird call motherf**ker! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius | |
| B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH! | |
| Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick | |
| 24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever | |
| It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH! | |
| I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit | |
| Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model | |
| Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me | |
| That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth | |
| But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh | |
| Get outta line watch me bust my 2 | |
| I ran out the house and I ran in the building | |
| Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| I'm the bird of the nest | |
| The shark of the sea | |
| Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat | |
| Nobody move me cause I be who I be | |
| The Uptown rider, the home CMB | |
| I get what I want when I want I could have it | |
| Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average | |
| Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius | |
| Birdlady in that brand new Caddy | |
| I'm a boss nigga | |
| Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga | |
| Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga | |
| That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you | |
| I stand my grounds, be a man homie | |
| No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang | |
| "F**k it, pitch in nigga!" and don't f**k with them chickens man | |
| Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks | |
| Live this life like you don't give a f**k nigga | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner | |
| Change feathers twice, come back with the homies | |
| That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets | |
| Feather to the floor with swine on her feets | |
| Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats | |
| And whether thats snow or white mink on me | |
| See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars | |
| That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better | |
| With the wide D-lips with the custom leather | |
| And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever | |
| See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal | |
| Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater | |
| But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game | |
| Birds got to have it with my birdy change | |
| But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes | |
| 26's, 28's, it's the Birdman | |
| (Chorus 3X) | |
| (Baby in the backround of chorus) | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Oh yeah, you understand? | |
| Birdman baby | |
| Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird | |
| You understand nigga? | |
| Flip one, sell one, roll one baby | |
| Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch | |
| I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too | |
| 18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga | |
| You understand this biatch? | |
| Get rid of it little daddy | |
| You understand? | |
| Birdman motherf**ker! | |
| You know, you gots to hate me nigga | |
| Bird call bitch | |
| Let's get this money, holla at your boy nigga! | |
| The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga! | |
| Yeah, that's how you lace me nigga! | |
| I'm lovin' it! | |
| Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga! | |
| Later boy, BMJ out! | |
| Let's get this money baby | |
| CMR nigga! |
| zuo qu : Brathwaite, Williams | |
| Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Baby in the backround of chorus | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Birdman motherf ker, holla at your boy nigga | |
| Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga | |
| Tryin to get this money | |
| You know real real high, real real high | |
| We tryin to stack it biatch | |
| Bird call motherf ker! | |
| Chorus | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Yeah, I' m on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius | |
| B ah to A ah to BY BIATCH! | |
| Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick | |
| 24' s, 28' s, got to be better, 18' s never, nigga whatever | |
| It' s the New Orleans finest BIATCH! | |
| I' m a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit | |
| Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model | |
| Nigga if it ain' t money it can' t beat me | |
| That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth | |
| But I' m so so cool and I' m so so ooh | |
| Get outta line watch me bust my 2 | |
| I ran out the house and I ran in the building | |
| Them people was comin, " Hands up!" ya feel me | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' m the bird of the nest | |
| The shark of the sea | |
| Hungry dog on the concrete that' s tryin' to eat | |
| Nobody move me cause I be who I be | |
| The Uptown rider, the home CMB | |
| I get what I want when I want I could have it | |
| Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average | |
| Never got married but I' m lovin' Ms. Gladius | |
| Birdlady in that brand new Caddy | |
| I' m a boss nigga | |
| Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga | |
| Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga | |
| That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you | |
| I stand my grounds, be a man homie | |
| No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang | |
| " F k it, pitch in nigga!" and don' t f k with them chickens man | |
| Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks | |
| Live this life like you don' t give a f k nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner | |
| Change feathers twice, come back with the homies | |
| That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets | |
| Feather to the floor with swine on her feets | |
| Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats | |
| And whether thats snow or white mink on me | |
| See I' m hustlin' leathers and I' m chasin' cheddars | |
| That' s Eminem' s bitch, it gets no better | |
| With the wide Dlips with the custom leather | |
| And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever | |
| See I' m iced all up with that chrome metal | |
| Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater | |
| But it' s the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game | |
| Birds got to have it with my birdy change | |
| But it' s the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes | |
| 26' s, 28' s, it' s the Birdman | |
| Chorus 3X | |
| Baby in the backround of chorus | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Oh yeah, you understand? | |
| Birdman baby | |
| Oh yeah, you' re becoming my kind of a bird | |
| You understand nigga? | |
| Flip one, sell one, roll one baby | |
| Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch | |
| I' m comin' to your hood boy, I' m flyin' too | |
| 18' s is better, never nigga, 24' s, 28' s, I' m singing nigga | |
| You understand this biatch? | |
| Get rid of it little daddy | |
| You understand? | |
| Birdman motherf ker! | |
| You know, you gots to hate me nigga | |
| Bird call bitch | |
| Let' s get this money, holla at your boy nigga! | |
| The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga! | |
| Yeah, that' s how you lace me nigga! | |
| I' m lovin' it! | |
| Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga! | |
| Later boy, BMJ out! | |
| Let' s get this money baby | |
| CMR nigga! |
| zuò qǔ : Brathwaite, Williams | |
| Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Baby in the backround of chorus | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Birdman motherf ker, holla at your boy nigga | |
| Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga | |
| Tryin to get this money | |
| You know real real high, real real high | |
| We tryin to stack it biatch | |
| Bird call motherf ker! | |
| Chorus | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Yeah, I' m on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius | |
| B ah to A ah to BY BIATCH! | |
| Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick | |
| 24' s, 28' s, got to be better, 18' s never, nigga whatever | |
| It' s the New Orleans finest BIATCH! | |
| I' m a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit | |
| Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model | |
| Nigga if it ain' t money it can' t beat me | |
| That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth | |
| But I' m so so cool and I' m so so ooh | |
| Get outta line watch me bust my 2 | |
| I ran out the house and I ran in the building | |
| Them people was comin, " Hands up!" ya feel me | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' m the bird of the nest | |
| The shark of the sea | |
| Hungry dog on the concrete that' s tryin' to eat | |
| Nobody move me cause I be who I be | |
| The Uptown rider, the home CMB | |
| I get what I want when I want I could have it | |
| Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average | |
| Never got married but I' m lovin' Ms. Gladius | |
| Birdlady in that brand new Caddy | |
| I' m a boss nigga | |
| Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga | |
| Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga | |
| That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you | |
| I stand my grounds, be a man homie | |
| No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang | |
| " F k it, pitch in nigga!" and don' t f k with them chickens man | |
| Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks | |
| Live this life like you don' t give a f k nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner | |
| Change feathers twice, come back with the homies | |
| That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets | |
| Feather to the floor with swine on her feets | |
| Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats | |
| And whether thats snow or white mink on me | |
| See I' m hustlin' leathers and I' m chasin' cheddars | |
| That' s Eminem' s bitch, it gets no better | |
| With the wide Dlips with the custom leather | |
| And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever | |
| See I' m iced all up with that chrome metal | |
| Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater | |
| But it' s the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game | |
| Birds got to have it with my birdy change | |
| But it' s the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes | |
| 26' s, 28' s, it' s the Birdman | |
| Chorus 3X | |
| Baby in the backround of chorus | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| Oh yeah, you understand? | |
| Birdman baby | |
| Oh yeah, you' re becoming my kind of a bird | |
| You understand nigga? | |
| Flip one, sell one, roll one baby | |
| Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch | |
| I' m comin' to your hood boy, I' m flyin' too | |
| 18' s is better, never nigga, 24' s, 28' s, I' m singing nigga | |
| You understand this biatch? | |
| Get rid of it little daddy | |
| You understand? | |
| Birdman motherf ker! | |
| You know, you gots to hate me nigga | |
| Bird call bitch | |
| Let' s get this money, holla at your boy nigga! | |
| The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga! | |
| Yeah, that' s how you lace me nigga! | |
| I' m lovin' it! | |
| Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga! | |
| Later boy, BMJ out! | |
| Let' s get this money baby | |
| CMR nigga! |
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