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Birdman
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Can You Believe It
[Chorus] Can you believe it? Can you believe it? Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) [Verse 1 - Game] Young stunna, young stunna The way that paint drippin', it's gon' be a bloody summer 22 inches, all-red everything That's soo woo business, holla at ya 5 4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the cockpit Am I not sick? I'm ill I got a milli in my Louie Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louis Yeah, red rubies in my watch and my chain Catch me in Wade County, I'm the king like James Headed to the game, Red Challenger today Throwin' up red flags like I'm challenging the play Tune, this shit retarded, I need a red helmet And I'm all about my cake, red velvet You can't help it, gotta see what I got It's like Ripley's: Believe It Or Not, you tell me [Chorus] Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, I'm a beast, belee dat Stop playing, I go hard, I go He-Man Young Tune, break 'em off like a tree branch Play with me, you in hot water, tea bag All-black Maybach, call it decaff And I just ordered your girlfriend some knee pads, ha! Can you believe the unbelievable? Bitch I'm higher than Venus, Serena too Yeah, Game holla at ya soo woo Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops Yeah, life's a bitch and mine a diva Point the biggest skeptic out, I make 'em a believer Hahaha [Chorus] Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) [Verse 3 - Birdman] Yeah, belee dat, a hundred on a marble floor And everyday we on the grind tryna flip some more Ya understand, acres on that new land Suicide doors nigga, on that new Lamb' Yeah, pussy poppin' bullshit Bullshit ain't shit, nigga we the shit We the business, Louie on every trip Holiday everyday on the YM ship Yeah, cause everyday my sun shine Candy paint on the Harley making headlines Belee dat, we good with this cake homie Belee dat, we ride every day homie Braapp! [Chorus with (Birdman)] Can you believe it? (belee dat) Can you believe it? (belee dat) (yeah Young) Can you believe it? (belee dat) (yeah, soo woo nation, shinin' like new money) Can you believe it? (belee dat) (what up Game? YMCMB) Can you believe it? (belee dat) (yeah, holiday every day) Can you believe it? (belee dat) (sun do shine) Can you believe it? (belee dat) (100, braapp) Can you believe it? (belee dat) (yeah, B's up)
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