Deezle - Shovlin' Snow lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah n***a, n***a, what, look [Hook: Birdman] We shovlin' snow the hood is all great He know where to go so we pushing off weight We all good with the hoes and the hood And we stash in the house like a pimp should, n***a X2 [Verse 1: Curren$y] New era fitted low, favorite team on my hat Fly boy n***a I should have wings on my back Murder and d**, you never seen none of that I'm cheating on my girlfriend, sleeping with my gat How you gon' tell me about me? Curren$y ... way back in the G Back when Pimp C may pump the party And Soulja Slim laced up his first pair of reece Yeah, I got a fashion for flare I got a stain on my birdmans but I don't care I f** with baby money and get a hundred more pair Young Money we connected and respected everywhere Yeah, but I'm just tryna' to be cool And see if I can get decisions flew in from Peru .. in projects, and holla in my booth Now shorty when this package come let me put it by you, aight [Hook] [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Ah Standin' in my D-boy stance is all gravy Baby, probably see me ridin' in my sky-blue Mercedes Probably with my lady I got the seat laid back and my pimp posture She doin' the speed limit while I'm eating shrimp pasta Two hands on the wheel with the thick gla**es Cops pull us over probably think she take cla**es But she don't go to community college Graduated from the block, she got yayo knowledge, homie Load up the shells, light up the L's Put the work on the scale without breaking the nails Plus she likes to cook that good crack See to me she a diamond but to you she a hood rat See that's my b**h and I'm her n***a State the state, paper plates 'til the money is bigger, yeah Good mommies put your ones up And when the feds come put the guns up Let's get it ma' [Hook] [Verse 3: Birdman] n***a This is the payback I know them b**h n***as from way back When I was in the project selling crack, n***a With two macs and the 'lac laid back, homie Gettin' paper like a n***a supposed to We hear you n***as talking fly sh** Young money cash money ain't gon' ride a b**h, n***a And make us flat all your tires quick And grab the hammer co*kin' straight between your eyes, b**h n***a We flippin' work through the airport I got my ho holdin' dope in her a**hole, n***a We got the streets poppin', homie got the institution And I ain't done whole head n***as .. And we be poppin' that monster cart 'Cuz when the gag got it poppin', some n***as go to droppin' n***a So drop it like it's hot, pimp let me get that plaque Got a million in the house, and twenty in the cab, wha! [Hook] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] They call me Weezy F, baby from my hard work I told hardware something up or coffin jump Leapin' this 6 feet 0, be bold And then you be home to beast on Lil n***a know so, them lil n***as playin' with no clothes I k** them all put on a jacket 'cuz that's cold My old rollie hands to the froze When no tick tack I'm getting money run the Glock boy Am I hot boy, you b**h about me And if you trippin' she b**h 'bout me I've been 'bout me, n***a Weezy F baby, key-sellin' like the naval base I got woofers in this place to bang, n***a I got nasal base (shi') I got white parts of haze so kick some soul 1988, n**o