Lyrics

(Ouu Pyrex got that heat) BIRD Oh yeah I did that, your main bitch, I hit that Got a pack and flip that, yeah yeah I did that Mmh I came up for nothin', yeah I did that I finessed the plug again, oh yeah I did that Your baby mama a freak and Flare'boi hit that (on God) Don't speak nothin' about my opps, cause we tookcare of that I did that, I got my lick backs (Spin, spin) I spun and spun again and they ain't comin' back (for nothin') Got your wifey on my bed, I'm bout to break her back That nigga got mad again cause she ain't comin' back Oh yeah I did that, I hit that Mix and match, big bag, real 25 baby, shit I can't let a nigga diss me, I did that Oh yeah I did that, I got my lick back Now they can't speak on that It's cold outside but I'm hot, niggas gettin' they streams from bots Niggas goin' out sad bout thots, me and Keemy only two at the top Bad bitch every night get me top, every other few months I drop I'm him, I can never be stopped, I'm him, I can never be stopped Got my foot on they neck, neck On your head, drop a cheque, cheque I could never go out like you My gang got sticks like Groot He in the closet like fruit I'm ready to step like troop I been ballin' on him like hoop Blow a nigga down just like a flute My bitch so bad, she got these other bitches eying her I told Hadiii to bring the Drake but I ain't talkin' bout Canada She gimmie crazy Mop, it go bananas I need BIRDLIFESTYLE on every hanger Give a fuck bout opps, give a fuck bout cheques, yeah, yeah, yeah Got a bad lil' bitch, yeah, she a flex, yeah, yeah, yeah Got a big ass gang, who ready to step Got a big ass cheque, I'm ready to spend (Ready to spend) Mr. Bird, you know I did that Don't ask me bout your hoe, you know I hit that Yeah, if it's smoke, we get back If they want some smoke, we'll spin back I came up for nothin', yeah, I did that I finessed the plug again, oh, yeah, I did that Your baby mama a freak, and Flare'boi hit that Don't speak nothin' about my opps, cause we took care of that I did that, I got my lick back (spin, spin) I spun and spun again and they ain't comin' back Got your wifey on my bed, I'm bout to break her back That nigga got mad again, cause she ain't comin' back Oh, yeah, I did that, hit that Mix and match, big bag, Real 25, baby, shit I can't let a nigga diss me, I did that Oh, yeah, I did that, I got my lick back Now they can't speak on that
Writer(s): Blessings Zimba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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