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letra de bird mane - wnc whop bezzy

[intro]
(b-tch, i’m fly, i feel like birdman, respect my name)
rrah, ayy, baow
yeah, yeah
ayy, could you turn my headphones up a little bit in this b-tch?
huh? ayy, wait, b-tch, look, woo

[verse]
i paid a thousand for these shoes, watch how you boot me
step on these, watch how a n-gga step on you (watch how a n-gga step on you)
i got a b-tch that’s with the sh-ts, that ho be trippin’
b-tch, you trip and i’ll put that b-tch on you (i’ll put that b-tch on you)
boy, keep a glock, ain’t gotta c-ck, one in the head
clip like a leg, you know this b-tch hold thirty-two (you know this b-tch hold thirty-two)
she say, “um, yeah,” well, since, “um, yeah,” b-tch, give me head
now let me show you what this f-ckin’ addy do (like what this f-ckin’ addy do?)
and i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b-tch, see, you can have her
if she look my way, you know whopbezzy had her (b-tch, you know i had her too)
you ain’t a rat, but hang with rats, so what is that?
my n-gga, you’s a f-ckin’, a ratatouille (say pop a ratatouille)
f-ck that boy, he done got finessed, he think i blessed him
but you know i had to go with the move (yeah, b-tch, i went with the move)
you think you dumb, well, b-tch, i’m dumber, come and test me, break a rule
i make a b-tch drop out of school (i make a b-tch drop out of school)
this ain’t no race, but sh-t, i’m winnin’ ’til i finish
‘fore i lose, your people gon’ be losin’ you (your people gon’ be losin’ you)
and b-tch, i’m really ’bout my business when i’m spinnin’ like some tires
and i don’t need no f-ckin’ suit (b-tch, i don’t need no f-ckin’ suit)
i catch you anywhere, i’m crashin’ like a wreck
b-tch, call the people, you gon’ have to f-ckin’ sue
’cause i’ma put you in a suit, you gon’ leave here in a he-rs-
i thought this b-tch was with it, he was cappin’ in his verse, oh my god
b-tch, you owe me money, i need it now like f-ck the first
b-tch, i’m out here rollin’ off an addy with a perc’, yeah
i don’t shoot my sh-t for nothin’ ’cause b-tch, i know it’s workin’
only time i open fire, i’m tryna put this b-tch to work, yeah, baow, baow
baow, this b-tch hurt, huh
i’ma sin again, so i don’t go to church, huh
and i’m a motherf-ckin’ boss, ain’t gotta work, huh
i got the addy on you, i ain’t gotta lurk, nah
baow, baow, n-gga
b-tch, i’m comin’ for you
i really came to get some p-ssy, i ain’t comin’ for you
and look, that p-ssy can’t be good, this b-tch ain’t cummin’ for you
think you ford tough, how you gon’ dodge these f-ckin’ bullets when they comin’ for you?
b-tch, i’m fly, i feel like birdman, respect my name, n-gga
i’m the freshest n-gga without jewelry, f-ck a chain, n-gga
i be high as f-ck just like a plane, n-gga
text me like she bored, i wonder why? she with a lame n-gga
huh? what? yeah, b-tch, take your l
she say, “i swear to god, i love you,” i say, “go to h-ll”
this sh-t i’m smokin’ on so loud, you can hear it yell
before i let a n-gga take somethin’ from me, take me to my cell (yeah, yeah)

- wnc whop bezzy

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