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4 My Town (Play Ball) Birdman Song Lyrics

4 My Town (Play Ball) Lyrics
by Birdman

(feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

Play ball!

[talking: Baby]
Yea, so priceless. Life so priceless, n-gga you understand me? It's just like that. My car so priceless, my b-tch so priceless, my familia is so priceless n-gga. You understand me? Either you with us or you ain't with us. Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle. Either you ridin or we pass flyin by sayin f-ck you. It's Young Money, Cash Money playboy, it's about the size of it, at the rooftop, so hot up here n-gga. Let's go!

[Chorus:]
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound and I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town. Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown and I'm easily influenced by the n-ggas I'm around. See that Aston Martin, when I start it, hear the sound. I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown. But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass be at all my f-ckin parties grabbin money off the ground.

[Verse: Drake]
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling for? I could show you new things, have you feeling spiritual. Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes... Miwacles. Yeah ok, they say that I'm the one, in fact, some say I'm their favorite but I ain't hearing none of that. I'm about my team hoe, Young Money runnin back, Cash Money superstar. Where the f-ck is stunna at? D-mn.

[Verse: Birdman]
Untouchable, 40 with my AK. Mastermind, big money heavy weight. On the grind, flippin money in everyway. Headline, my b-tch shine everyday. Pearl white, throwin P Marc Jacob gloves. Cartier Louis with a dope plod. Where they wet you and leave you in your blood. Goin in, flippin hundreds, get the young "? ". Show'em where it go, floatin on the floor, gettin more dough, grind hard go, black diamond show, watch the flame blow.And how you stay shinin, bently on the floor. And how you stay high, purple pine dro. Diamonds wing fur, February snow.

[Chorus]

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Uh, you know your paid, when you got baby witcha. It's Young Money like Ben Frank's baby pictures. I'm the lady twister, I kiss her wiskers. I been runnin this shit, blisters. Stickin to the script, movie star money. And if ya gas'd up, I leave the car runnin. I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker, the peace sign is just a trigger and the middle finger. Wha-wha-what you know about it? man ya'll clueless. I let two women ride me, that's car poolers. I rock stupid ice, Mr. water coolers. If ya'll in the buildin, then we are intruders. Simmer down pimpin, let me handle this. I know the game, analysts. Man I'm the shit and ya'll are janitors. Blow out the k-sh and crack a smile for the cameras.

[Chorus]


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