Birdies Songtext
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Birdies Songtext
I can′t see, I'm blind to bullshit, all I see is signs
Out of words, I parked on the curves, I-Zy in my eyes
Right on sight, I′ma shoot my nine while I keep it on my side
I love Britney cause she keep her secrets with me every time
Fucked on Kiki, she be glad to see me, so I keep her around
Niggas pee-wee, they could see me shoot a E.P. Choppa sound
No lease cumberskate in my 60, I go buy a hundred round
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon' shut your hustle down
Touchin′ birdies bright and early, man, my hand been on for hours
Boy, mama ain′t rate no dumbass nigga and pops ain't prep no cow
Give something big, gon′ shake some nigga, know we spend, we stayin' for hours
Lil′ bro Rob, gon' race some nigga like, give me that shit, no mans is ours, yeah
Bitch, ayy, don′t get crack on the back of the head
For the money, we leavin' him dead, nigga playin' his art with his head
Lil′ bro come through slantin, hop out with that Drake and leave shit dead
I′m with Kings, we pullin' pipes, still at the bottom, we sippin′ red
Uh, still look like I ain't famous, these streets, you hear it, get dungeon
Nigga lost his life, I IG lights, a dead nigga turn famous
Stuck up in my way, this street, she got me paid, so I ain′t changin
No route
Cooley pass the ball, and the balls, they comin' in, movin′ in and out
Different hoes up in the truck, send different bitches on different routes
My lil' nigga, I'm walkin′ down, put 20 shots up in his mouth
When Johnny die, I′m finna drop, and when flawless, got him with no pop out
I can't see, I′m blind to bullshit, all I see is signs
Out of words, I parked on the curb, Zaza in my eyes
Right on sight, I'ma shoot my nine, why I keep it on my side
I love Britney, cause she keep her secrets with me every time
Fucked on Kiki, she be glad to see me, so I keep her round
Niggas peewee, they could see me, shoot a EP, chop a sound
Holey′s come to skate in my 60, I go buy a hundred round
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon′ shut your hustle down, yeah
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon' shut your hustle down, yeah
Out of words, I parked on the curves, I-Zy in my eyes
Right on sight, I′ma shoot my nine while I keep it on my side
I love Britney cause she keep her secrets with me every time
Fucked on Kiki, she be glad to see me, so I keep her around
Niggas pee-wee, they could see me shoot a E.P. Choppa sound
No lease cumberskate in my 60, I go buy a hundred round
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon' shut your hustle down
Touchin′ birdies bright and early, man, my hand been on for hours
Boy, mama ain′t rate no dumbass nigga and pops ain't prep no cow
Give something big, gon′ shake some nigga, know we spend, we stayin' for hours
Lil′ bro Rob, gon' race some nigga like, give me that shit, no mans is ours, yeah
Bitch, ayy, don′t get crack on the back of the head
For the money, we leavin' him dead, nigga playin' his art with his head
Lil′ bro come through slantin, hop out with that Drake and leave shit dead
I′m with Kings, we pullin' pipes, still at the bottom, we sippin′ red
Uh, still look like I ain't famous, these streets, you hear it, get dungeon
Nigga lost his life, I IG lights, a dead nigga turn famous
Stuck up in my way, this street, she got me paid, so I ain′t changin
No route
Cooley pass the ball, and the balls, they comin' in, movin′ in and out
Different hoes up in the truck, send different bitches on different routes
My lil' nigga, I'm walkin′ down, put 20 shots up in his mouth
When Johnny die, I′m finna drop, and when flawless, got him with no pop out
I can't see, I′m blind to bullshit, all I see is signs
Out of words, I parked on the curb, Zaza in my eyes
Right on sight, I'ma shoot my nine, why I keep it on my side
I love Britney, cause she keep her secrets with me every time
Fucked on Kiki, she be glad to see me, so I keep her round
Niggas peewee, they could see me, shoot a EP, chop a sound
Holey′s come to skate in my 60, I go buy a hundred round
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon′ shut your hustle down, yeah
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon' shut your hustle down, yeah
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