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conversations.value: Write me a song called Shovlin’ Snow with the following description: The underrated posse-cut from Birdman’s second studio album “Fast Money” featuring Lil Wayne, Mack Maine and Curren$y with solid verses.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Birdman]
  Yeah nigga, nigga, what, look
  [Chorus: Birdman]
  We shovlin' snow the hood is all great
  He know where to go so we pushing off weight
  We all good with the hoes and the hood
  And we stash in the house like a pimp should, nigga
  X2
  [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  New era fitted low, favorite team on my hat
  Fly boy nigga I should have wings on my back
  Murder and drugs, 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 fuck 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 [Chorus: 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, nigga
  X2
  [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 glasses
  Cops pull us over probably think she take classes
  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 bitch and I'm her nigga
  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' [Chorus: 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, nigga
  X2
  [Verse 3: Birdman]
  Nigga
  This is the payback
  I know them bitch niggas from way back
  When I was in the project selling crack, nigga
  With two macs and the 'lac laid back, homie
  Gettin' paper like a nigga supposed to
  We hear you niggas talking fly shit
  Young money cash money ain't gon' ride a bitch, nigga
  And make us flat all your tires quick
  And grab the hammer cockin' straight between your eyes, bitch nigga
  We flippin' work through the airport
  I got my ho holdin' dope in her asshole, nigga
  We got the streets poppin', homie got the institution
  And I ain't done whole head niggas ..
  And we be poppin' that monster cart
  'Cuz when the gag got it poppin', some niggas go to droppin' nigga
  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! [Chorus: 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, nigga
  X2
  [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 nigga know so, them lil niggas playin' with no clothes
  I kill 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 bitch about me
  And if you trippin' she bitch 'bout me
  I've been 'bout me, nigga
  Weezy F baby, key-sellin' like the naval base
  I got woofers in this place to bang, nigga I got nasal base (shi')
  I got white parts of haze so kick some soul 1988, niggo