Lyrics:
copy this, got brand new money, it come out crisp
Jump out of that Bentley hop inside a urus, I told you these bitches gon' flocklike a bird
Cause I got
Waking up, steady snoring Waking up, sounding horse
Whores ride me up like a horse Cock rooster up in the morning
Waking up, all the birds snoring
complacent
And if you pass your prime then you
Gotta be traded
This is basic
And baby girl
You testing my patience
Want a rich nigga?
Let me see ya bank
Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out
Come on, honey, tell me so.
His heart's beating like a drum,
'Cause at last he's got this girl home.
Relax, baby. Now we're all alone.
They wake
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
Come on, honey, tell me so.
His heart's beating like a drum,
'Cause at last he's got this girl home.
Relax, baby. Now we're all alone.
They wake
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
have never been
I thought I saw my baby crying
I know we ain’t birds
But we been flying
Come on Virginia
Please rock me slowly
I know I’m handsome
But
(my girl, my girl, ooh)
Talkin' 'bout my girl
(My girl)
I've got so much honey, the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in
Higher, higher
Baby, take me higher
Light up, light up
Dances on fire
I really hate you, I really hate you
I really hate you, f*cking really hate
you everything you die for ... or maybe more
You're made of my wildest dreams and you save my cells from dying
Sex in slowmotion
A lonely bird over
to chatter
We can smile
At putrid, senile faces taxing where our space is, man that's love
Oh baby get me all fresh bent on stimulants
My stems is stout from
-and I was cold last night, hey baby, are you feeling allright?
Adam looks away.
A distant gaze in his eyes.
His cheeks are stale, his lips are dry.
He
comin' full-speed, no free call
Both the mean way, spoke to Satan on the three-way
Had ya baby-moms playin' DJ (DJ)
We play, all up in the clouds
Dick all
beautiful baby when you find it
you better cherish it yeah yeah
well she was praying for something not doubt
he was praying for something
so they were both
baby, you're still driving me crazy
I've spent over one hundred and ninety two days loving you.
and honestly it feels no more than a day or three,
bleed
I've gotta have the baby
On my hands and knees
Oh, oh Wilderness
Where's the bird that knows their way?
I aim, I fire at emptiness
I can hear
out on hinges from barely
knowing how far this was gonna go little
did I know little bird head flying around
your room it's the first time I tried not
Smiling face and laughing eyes
But you can't keep on telling me all those lies
How'd you expect me to believe?
Honey I ain't that naive
Baby I got my
Summertime come wanna make you mine
Got the flowers and the trees and I'm feelin' fine
Alright
Talkin' 'bout summertime
Birds in the air gotta stop
sorry, It's all yours honey the weight of the world
Birds are singing they break my ears
Every fucking station plays Britney Spears
Can't bring me down
the BDP
Half a crimonology
The mongoose bangs while the birds all sang
I wear my house shoes like Im part of a gang
Qupito:
I spread bread like mustard but
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