Birds N B's
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Say, let me tell you a lil story bout the birds and the B's
I'm young and turnt, I'm 17, puttin' hoes on they knees
Don't run around, telling business, keep it super P
She super free, I turn that hoe into a super freak
Thought he was slick like Rick, a nigga put them paws on James
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin' out like Jason, please don't call my name
The way I'm pullin' all these chicks, the rizz hall of fame
I shoot my stick like Stephen Curry, ain't shit to ball your dame
She took the bait, now she caught up like a fish hook
Oh, that nigga mad now, boy done got his bitch took
Then clipped the wings from off the bird, I'm finna sting her
Got her on her toes, plugging holes with my finger
I be with the Wicked Gang, plottin' for a body
Got a new opp, a free hat, a chicken wing like WeDat
No, you can't come around, this bitch get hot, this where the heat at
You might catch me round them bad bitches, I be where the freaks at
I'm really outside, give a fuck about them street lights
Don't try to play me like a flunky, better think twice
I been on that gas, I'm out my mind
Yeah, I'm rollin' cause I geek to past the time
Yeah, these niggas hatin, perpetratin, they fakin' the funk
I'm with his hoe she like to face it, the bitch gon' get drunk
They won't get high off that lil pack, niggas smokin' that bunk
I got they ho up in the back and the bitch tryin' to yonk
Niggas ain't on nothing when you catch him, but say that it's smoke
Oh don't make me lose it, nigga, go and grab that tooly, nigga
Monster goin' stupid, how you got that stick but you ain't use it, nigga?
Fuckin' scary ass lil' boy, crazy
Say, let me tell you a lil story bout the birds and the B's
I'm young and turnt, I'm 17, puttin' hoes on they knees
Don't run around, telling business, keep it super P
She super free, I turn that hoe into a super freak
Thought he was slick like Rick, a nigga put them paws on James
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin' out like Jason, please don't call my name
The way I'm pullin' all these chicks, the rizz hall of fame
I shoot my stick like Stephen Curry, ain't shit to ball your dame
She took the bait, now she caught up like a fish hook
Oh, that nigga mad now, boy done got his bitch took
Then clipped the wings from off the bird, I'm finna sting her
Got her on her toes, plugging holes with my finger
Say, let me tell you a lil story bout the birds and the B's
I'm young and turnt, I'm 17, puttin' hoes on they knees
Don't run around, telling business, keep it super P
She super free, I turn that hoe into a super freak
Thought he was slick like Rick, a nigga put them paws on James
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin' out like Jason, please don't call my name
The way I'm pullin' all these chicks, the rizz hall of fame
I shoot my stick like Stephen Curry, ain't shit to ball your dame
She took the bait, now she caught up like a fish hook
Oh, that nigga mad now, boy done got his bitch took
Then clipped the wings from off the bird, I'm finna sting her
Got her on her toes, plugging holes with my finger
I be with the Wicked Gang, plottin' for a body
Got a new opp, a free hat, a chicken wing like WeDat
No, you can't come around, this bitch get hot, this where the heat at
You might catch me round them bad bitches, I be where the freaks at
I'm really outside, give a fuck about them street lights
Don't try to play me like a flunky, better think twice
I been on that gas, I'm out my mind
Yeah, I'm rollin' cause I geek to past the time
Yeah, these niggas hatin, perpetratin, they fakin' the funk
I'm with his hoe she like to face it, the bitch gon' get drunk
They won't get high off that lil pack, niggas smokin' that bunk
I got they ho up in the back and the bitch tryin' to yonk
Niggas ain't on nothing when you catch him, but say that it's smoke
Oh don't make me lose it, nigga, go and grab that tooly, nigga
Monster goin' stupid, how you got that stick but you ain't use it, nigga?
Fuckin' scary ass lil' boy, crazy
Say, let me tell you a lil story bout the birds and the B's
I'm young and turnt, I'm 17, puttin' hoes on they knees
Don't run around, telling business, keep it super P
She super free, I turn that hoe into a super freak
Thought he was slick like Rick, a nigga put them paws on James
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin' out like Jason, please don't call my name
The way I'm pullin' all these chicks, the rizz hall of fame
I shoot my stick like Stephen Curry, ain't shit to ball your dame
She took the bait, now she caught up like a fish hook
Oh, that nigga mad now, boy done got his bitch took
Then clipped the wings from off the bird, I'm finna sting her
Got her on her toes, plugging holes with my finger
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Writer(s): Cameron Dean
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