Tweety Bird

Tweety bird stones for the putty cats
She kentuckys she a wildcat
Mood like Kawhi I won't run it back
Cozy wit the flips I'm an acrobat
Whoa

I hit her when I hit her
Tell her time for action
Her Momma hate my guts
Sorry mrs Jackson
Finna bust a move
Make the money backspin
Like I'm on the dance floor
Filled wit passion
Lights on me
I'm the main attraction
Natural point guard
How I made it happen
Give it our for low
I ain't put No tax in
After one strike
I got it lit like matches
Whoa
She thinking she can mess wit it
Program got to run
I ain't babysitting
Ok here u go
Book the next ticket
2 Flights
Round trip, one visit
Two flipped turned 4
Make big digits
Stacking coco bread
I takeoff when I split it
Ain't no love here at all
Cause it's strictly business
No sleep
I get it jumping like miles bridges

Tweety bird stones for the putty cats
She can tuck keys she a wildcat
Mood like Kawhi I won't run it back
Cozy wit the flips I'm an acrobat

The green come wit pink
Cosmo n Wanda
The green gotta stink
I grew it in Wakanda
Block super hot
Looking like Uganda
Sitting in the front seat
Amanda or madonna
I don't make full stops
Im on the commas
Only time we talk poors
Is when we in a sauna
Cause I make my own bliss
Welcome to Nirvana
I got white dats on white
Dats albino panda
Whoa
She thinking she can mess wit it
Blah blah blah
I ain't tryna hear it
One trip dats it no revisits
Clockwise 2 turns in 2 skillets
I'm mr feenie by the fence
But it ain't a picket
Feeling like Eli yelling out I did it
They gon' talk what they talk
Let the kermits wribbet
Im a walk how I walk
To my safe and fill it

Tweety bird stones for the putty cats
She can tuck keys she a wildcat
Mood like Kawhi I won't run it back
Cozy wit the flips I'm an acrobat



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Writer(s): Dean Douglas
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