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letra de like a bird - boosie badazz & webbie

[lil’ boosie]
ugh! we dropped again on you b-tch -ss, n-ggas! (laughing)
every album like a bird!

if you buy trill sh-t
then you buy that real sh-t!
and the d.a. and the judge gone get it
if they don’t free pimp c, b-tch!
and when i drop sh-t, it’s hot sh-t!
you know i ain lyin’
i only gave y’all half the sh-t, but i got more in my mind!
if you heard that green and yellow cd
you bout love a lil n-gga!
you a girl, in this thug world
you might wanna f-ck a lil n-gga!

i don’t really give a f-ck
about the fortune and fame
i want the money
so my daughter wouldn’t have to beg, no mane!
i’m in the studio, daily n-gga!
wit my pen and my pad
where i run rhymes about my life
and how i’m missin’ my dad
dedicated, to makin’ these hundreds
i get paid for my shows
n-ggas hate it, cause’ my name
that’s what takin’ these hoes!
thirty-six zones, on the f-ckin shelf at the stores
ya better get before it goes! …..and

[hook: repeat 4x]
every album like a bird….steady flippin!
every album like a bird!

[lil’ boosie]
my first album was bout a 7 (it was aight)
but i talk me some sh-t
about this world
about these girls
and how i dog, my b-tch!
my next album was bootleg
ain even come to the stores
cause a n-gga stole it
and they sold it for the price of some “o”!
six months later, they heard that “for my thugs”
the cd that have you n-ggas and b-tches tearin da club up! huh!

ain nothing but raw rhymes
no flashy sh-t, just hard times!
n-gga don’t wanna hear bout ballin
if he ain’ got a d-mn quarter!
ya hear me talkin’
but to see that ghetto d, that’s real sh-t!
cause i’m feelin’ the power
cause i get 5 g’s, to be on stage, for a half a hour!
sh-t, i heard… (don’t say no names) … wanna holla!
i want 2 billion dollars
not no million, you d-ck rider!

i got two 24,80’s dawg
they filled up!
with sh-t that’ll make you get k!ll
or even k!ll us!
then i drop….huh!
then i drop again!
and i get sicker every time
i touch dat f-ckin’ pen! …and

[hook]

every album like a bird in a corner store
keep it real boy
trill got the good dope!
see grill, big bills, with a thick ho
about an ounce of that good dolja
we gone big blow!

wanna beef, motherf-cker?!
ain no problem with that!
i barely hit you in ya chest
made it come out ya back!
and while you put yo look on hard
i be rippin them tracks
and by the time it hit the shelves
i’ll be gettin’ it back!
so many n-ggas playa hatin’
so i’m totin a gat
pistol grippin’, steady waiting on a n-gga to act!
that’s how you livin’ when you on
and ya got that crack
and wake up with a new bone
i can get left flat!

so f-ck that, ride strapped
give another n-gga what he deserve
and i’mma keep a bad b-tch
cause i’m flippin’ these birds!
trill n-ggas bout to f-ck it up
i know you nerv (nervous)
because them n-ggas got dope in them birds!

[hook]

- boosie badazz webbie

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