so Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird I got to make it heard Get on up big bird I got to make
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you so Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird I got to make it heard Get on up big bird I got to
party, go ahead and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We about to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like Jamaican niggas rockin big
tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit 'Cause it's your God damn jam
dippin' In the Bird Benz With the Birdman and some Bird friends I got big wheels And every time I'm in the club it's a big deal [Baby] Mama on everything
power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing youre disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shadys got the mass appeal baby crank the shit Cause its your God-damn jam
(Big Moe) Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee that nigga Big Ass Moe chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin', cries straight up, shakin', windin' her waist up Scene two, my fam throwin' the jam Fahreed is on the stand, big things is in the plan The brother Big
my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" There's no love to be found Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big
What I do, duck, Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching
bat and shake up the levels from New York to Montego It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro
cha cha, cha cha What's up Pa, yo who poop? Your ma dukes or pa dukes? There's two scoops a raisin in the sun Brother tryin' to rally up, then dilly dally for some room Bird
lonely but I still won't cry It's just me, myself, and I [Chorus] I walk up on the scene with my white sneakers My big ass Levis, my big ass t-shirt
tree but im higher than a tree i aint flyer than a bird but im ridin on a wing and a bird can fly until u cant see his wings (haha) big car big rims
got til it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Hey farmer, farmer, put away that DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds
her hair was still red Her folks, they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big
