Lil Wayne ft. Birdman – BM J.R

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Lil Wayne and this music is titled “BM J.R ft. Birdman”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Tha Carter” And it was released in the year 2004.

 

Listen up below with the full lyrics.

 

Lil Wayne BM J.R Lyrics

[Spoken Word: Birdman]

Yeah shawty you know what I’m talkin’ about

I’m peepin’ these niggas out there slippin’, lookin’ like

They ain’t ’bout money no mo’ man, so uh fuck

You know what we gon’ do huh, what we been doin’ ha nigga

We gon’ load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga

Keep buyin’ shit, keep fuckin’ hoes

Loadin’ up on mo’ bitches

Then you know what I’m sayin’, we gon’ get greedy too nigga

I ain’t never gettin’ full

I’m full blooded with this grind

Yeah they don’t understand lil nigga

 

[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]

Murder capital only key to survive is kill

If the elements don’t murder you the riders will for real

And niggas know I go hard to the fullest

Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets

Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully

In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy

Ha, we hit ’em up while they lookin’

And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him

Damn, and if the red dot spot ’em then the hollow head got ’em

Knock his top to his bottom jack

Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map

Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at

You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat

Your bitch can get it for actin’ like a man

And niggas in Pakistan ain’t packin’ like your man

I backwards hand your man on command

In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan

I’m on hot, I adjust in different climates

Ducking the animal keeper runnin’ with my primates

You ain’t did it till you done it like in five states

Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight

And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more

Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks

You don’t even come up to a nigga chest pa’ sub par

What the fuck they play it in the club for

Real shit I’m ducking bombs from a drug war

No religion but the cops swear that I’m a drug lord

Father forgive ’em for they know not who they pushin’ Lord

Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord

I’m just tryin’ dodge the shots they send to the God

They ridin’ up highway to heaven boulevard

Damn, them niggas pussy and jive

Not even in a eye exam, they ain’t lookin’ for I

The A and the K will make your face crook to the side

Now when you smilin’ everybody gotta look from the side

Cause when you wildin’ you ain’t lookin’ you just lookin’ high

And when we hungry you look like pie

Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard

Cherry jelly, don’t make me get the biscuit busta

What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother

Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother

I skip the frontin’ and stick to keepin’ it trill

You not know me for nothin’ other I’m somethin’ other

Than people you feel I’m deeper for real I’m deeper than skills

My speeches can kill, rest in peace

 

[Spoken Word: Birdman]

Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It’s all about one thing nigga

If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us

If you ain’t bout no money, get the fuck from ’round us, nigga

And whatever you bout, we bout it

However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, nigga

All runners, bitch, you underdig? Put your prints in, nigga

Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let’s roll

 

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

You sleep in the field for trying the dude

I’ll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food

Food for thought, think I ain’t lyin’ to you

I lie his body in grease, set fire to em

I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em

Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades

Damn! I’m the heat in the blaze

And niggas keep they ways when I’m in the streets wit blay What!

My nigga hungry he’ll eat the plate

And if I ask the homeboy’ll eat ya face, yea!

And though he got me, you can ask I’m like a pool table

I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways

When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days

Birdman talk to em

 

[Spoken Word: Birdman]

Yeah nigga, I tell em, I’ll tell em again shawty

If it ain’t bout no money, get and fall the fuck from ’round me nigga

 

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg

You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg

I’m underground, call me groundhog

Lay down laws, call the ground law

Don’t confuse me wit’ the law, naw

But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R

I ain’t trippin’ nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga

With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga

Flip your vehicle, split your windshield

Whack ya baby momma but I’ll let the kid live

And people say that I am a kid still

Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels

You feeling animal then come on and get killed

The Sig peel bandanas like bananas

Say I’m slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana

In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah

Man a train couldn’t stop ya man

I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land

I’m the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana

That’s the new plan

 

[Spoken Word: Birdman]

Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga

That’s the only way

Dumb shit we bout that get at me you undadig

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

 

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