Текст (слова) песни: Rasaq - Birds

 
Ay, I pull birds my nigga 
I`m pullin` birds 
I`m pullin` birds my nigga 
I love birds birds birds birds 
Birds 
 
[Rasaq] 
And I`m talkin` bout the goods 
The ones that come in hurds, when I pull up to the curb 
Birds, I might let her sip some syrup 
Girl don`t ya know, it`s good for ya hips and curves 
Birds, and I ain`t talkin` bout the kind that chirp 
It`s the kind that`s gettin` on a niggaz nerves 
Birds, and I ain`t talkin` bout the drugs 
It`s the kind that show me love, cuz I`m rollin` on dubs 
Birds, some in the hood, some in the burbs 
Some talk country, some use proper words 
I get em, I hit em, I dismiss `em 
Don`t hug em, don`t love em, I don`t kiss `em 
She love em, she hug em, she don`t listen 
The jewelz glisten, call me an adittion 
Cuz if ya look around my sleeve, you might see two pigeons 
I flip em, then flick em, don`t trick `em 
Just trick em, she wishin`, she wit `em 
She wishin`, she get em, she pissed n she trippin 
He spittin`, he flippin`, no trickin, no spendin, no dissin` 
Just send her back home, with a bent back bone 
Skirt the last gone, and then I`m back home 
Lookin` for mo to mack on, lights camera action 
 
I love birds birds birds birds 
I love birds birds birds birds 
I love birds birds birds birds
 

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