Guitar Wolf - Baby Indian lyrics

Birdman Baby You Can Do It Oh yeah, believe it baby Aight Toni, come on Toni [Toni Braxton] Baby you can do it Take your time do it right You can do it birdman, do it tonight Get you shine baby It's your time, do it tonight (Do it yeah) [Verse 1] Ay, ay, ay See this stuntin, pimpin, cadalliac dippin Grey-head miss Gladys, your son new mission Birdman daddy, no divin for fishes Until you ducks, I'm stackin my riches Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit a genius Frankie B, Kristen Desmenfifler Stilleto boot, wife beater and I minked her Spend like crazy, if the broad freak me Dro back jersey, the world wide champion Baby, in a coupe spin bout eighty Bird island, know that I'm smilin Broads on my yaught, wit they gucci and proper Hood rich, I'm sellin that Hood rats, cost dime a dollar Boss pimpin got sick off of power Get it how you live, I'm a known survivor [Chorus - Toni Braxton] Baby you can do it Take your time do it right You can do it birdman, do it tonight Get you shine baby It's your time, do it tonight Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time Bust they eye (bust they eye) Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time Bust they eye [Verse 2] Well it's the birdman daddy, I'll fly in any weather I keep the birdlady with the feather in the pezzle Always on the rock with the full length leather I'm in the Benz, she in a new Lexus 22's cause we bird infested Ruby red with the platinum necklace She in the Escalade, so wild stretchin I'm so so fly, the man done blessed me Mami in the village so while dressed em Mink on the boots wit the minked out sweater Mink on the floor, with the mink chinchetta Mink on the Gucci, with the mink on the leather See I'm fly on these , mami ride on voles Stop and go's on that new Range Rover Time to go home, cause I gots to go because (Mami is in the bed with the breakfast on the stove) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Hey pimp, it's the rich and famous You drivin wreckless, you drivin dangerous Twenty inches on the caddy, don't blame me Slab on the floor, but it's my turn baby Money ain't natin to me See that birdman Jr., that somethin to me What you know about runnin these streets Get it how you live, and get it how ya be Get it how ya hustle, and get it how ya see Off parole so i'm puffin these trees I'm so so high, I'm a world wide G Connected to these streets, playa this cash money [Chorus] [Baby in the backround] Oh yeah, Stunner and TB man Yo turn baby, got your mink on Your gucci on, your prala on Do it, do it big In yo new truck wit yo stop and go's, mami It's supposed to look so so so fly Ya done dig, 23's they on turn and shine ya done dig Birdman daddy, I'm fly in any weather Ok, fo sheezie baby