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letra de birdie - gun40

[intro: g.u.n.]
yeah, yeah
too many sticks don’t play with
boy, i’ll blow your sh-t back
geekin’ up, geekin’ up
yeah

[chorus: g.u.n.]
let the birds talk, catch a birdie, yeah
packies lit, donut like a derby, yeah
speed demon, racin’ like a derby, yeah
she gon’ suck and blow me just like kirby, yeah
got some n-ggas that’s gon’ do you dirty, d-mn
heard that she go crazy on a perky, yeah
two tools and both of ’em flirty, yeah
but i can’t worry ’bout that, i gotta catch that birdie
hoes come in, they be like brrr, yeah
i just brrr, yeah, that pack is full
brrr, keep the phone ringin’
brrr, yeah, that pack is full

[verse 1: eastern chapo]
i come through your hood, i’ma shoot it up
i got them glocks with them hundred round drums
i f-ck on your b-tch and i f-ck on her moms
i just did a sin and i read a psalms
came through a city, i geeked it up
your b-tch a freak, yeah, we f-cked
gave her that d-ck, now she stuck
i walk with this draco in public, no tuck
you diss on my n-ggas, i’m pullin’ right up
sendin’ them shots, f-ckin’ sh-t up
i beat all my cases, i can say it’s luck
them n-ggas, they tried me, i ain’t give a f-ck
the police got behind me then i just speed race
she suckin’ my d-ck and no i cannot see straight
not shaking a hand with your n-gga ’cause he fake
i’m watchin’ you n-ggas ’cause you n-ggas be snakes

[verse 2: g.u.n.]
cut that dope like i’m wolverine
tell me what the f-ck you need
yeah, keep that yadda mean
muddy cup, two fours of lean
beat her p-ssy, then she sing
bird call like charlie sheen
we got drugs like it’s ‘phetamine
countin’ rackades ’til my fingers bleed
yeah, let them birds in, let them birds in
traphouse back like wobble fat
that black on black, we robbin’ sh-t
the chopper clear a moshpit
she jumpin’ d-ck like moshpits
gettin’ neck just like an ostrich
that money machine on bond sh-t

- gun40

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