Looks Like A Job 4...
Birdman · Other Songs - Birdman
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Yeah, I'm on a mission
Lil' Daddy to scoop in the Caddy
Go visit Ms. Gladius, B to A to B Y, biatch
Somethin' so fly an' somethin' so slick
24's, 28's, got to be better
18's never, nigga, whatever
It's the New Orlean's finest, biatch
I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci an' Prada shit
Look like I got to uplift my Prada
Get a few dollars, holla at a model
Nigga, if it ain't money, it can't beat me
I'm platinum from the neck, wrists, finger an' teeth
[Incomprehensible] an' I'm so ooh
Get outta line, watch me bust my 2
I ran out the house an' I ran in the building
Them people was comin', "Hands up", ya feel me?
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I'm the bird of the nest, the shark of the sea
Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
Nobody move me 'cause I be who I be
The uptown rider, the home CMB
I get what I want, when I want I could have it
Lexus, Bentley an' the Jag, nothin' average
Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
Bird lady in that brand new Caddy
I'm a boss, nigga, nothin' less, two boats, no cost, nigga
Fly, nigga, hold your hearts, nigga
That what Daddy told me, Mommy told me
Stand my grounds, be a man, homie
No quarters, no halves with them wholes thang
Fuck it, pitch in, nigga an' don't fuck with them chickens, man
Flip whatever from cars, rims an' bucks
Live this life like you don't give a fuck, nigga
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Do donut, swing around an' come around the corner
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
That fly shit, that Prada an' Gucci sheets
Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
An' whether that's snow or white mink on me
See, I'm hustlin' leathers, I'm chasin' cheddars
That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better
With the wide D lips, with the custom leather
An' I ball like a dawg, hood rich forever
See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
Fully equipped with the Coogi sweater
But it's the Birdman Daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it with my birdy change
But it's the big thangs on that big range, stop an' goes
26's, 28's, it's the Birdman
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Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
Yeah, I'm on a mission
Lil' Daddy to scoop in the Caddy
Go visit Ms. Gladius, B to A to B Y, biatch
Somethin' so fly an' somethin' so slick
24's, 28's, got to be better
18's never, nigga, whatever
It's the New Orlean's finest, biatch
I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci an' Prada shit
Look like I got to uplift my Prada
Get a few dollars, holla at a model
Nigga, if it ain't money, it can't beat me
I'm platinum from the neck, wrists, finger an' teeth
[Incomprehensible] an' I'm so ooh
Get outta line, watch me bust my 2
I ran out the house an' I ran in the building
Them people was comin', "Hands up", ya feel me?
Birdman, look, looks like a, looks like a
Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
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Birdman, look, looks like a, looks like a
Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
I'm the bird of the nest, the shark of the sea
Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
Nobody move me 'cause I be who I be
The uptown rider, the home CMB
I get what I want, when I want I could have it
Lexus, Bentley an' the Jag, nothin' average
Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
Bird lady in that brand new Caddy
I'm a boss, nigga, nothin' less, two boats, no cost, nigga
Fly, nigga, hold your hearts, nigga
That what Daddy told me, Mommy told me
Stand my grounds, be a man, homie
No quarters, no halves with them wholes thang
Fuck it, pitch in, nigga an' don't fuck with them chickens, man
Flip whatever from cars, rims an' bucks
Live this life like you don't give a fuck, nigga
Birdman, look, looks like a, looks like a
Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
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Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
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Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
Birdman, look, looks like a, looks like a
Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
Do donut, swing around an' come around the corner
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
That fly shit, that Prada an' Gucci sheets
Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
An' whether that's snow or white mink on me
See, I'm hustlin' leathers, I'm chasin' cheddars
That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better
With the wide D lips, with the custom leather
An' I ball like a dawg, hood rich forever
See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
Fully equipped with the Coogi sweater
But it's the Birdman Daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it with my birdy change
But it's the big thangs on that big range, stop an' goes
26's, 28's, it's the Birdman
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Looks like a job, job, job for, job for
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Looks Like A Job 4...
Birdman's 'Looks Like A Job 4...' stands as a quintessential example of his signature blend of Southern hip-hop and trap influences, characterized by a laid-back yet rhythmic delivery. The track exemplifies the artist's ability to weave personal narrative with the broader cultural landscape of Houston's music scene, often drawing upon themes of street life and resilience that define his discography. Produced with a minimalist approach typical of his early to mid-career work, the recording prioritizes vocal clarity and melodic hooks over complex instrumentation, allowing the song to function as a standalone statement within his catalog. It reflects the era's shift toward melodic rap and serves as a testament to Birdman's consistent output and stylistic evolution, resonating with listeners who appreciate his unpretentious yet impactful approach to modern hip-hop.