Lyrics:
Spring is coming,
Spring is coming,
Birdies build your nests;
Weave together straw and feather
Each one doing your best.
Spring is coming,
Spring is
Up and down, down
What do birdies talk about? You know
When they fall in love (in love) love
Stopping worms and chatting about the weather
Small
and any old time
The hurdy gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat
The candy maker, the baker, the man on the street
The city charmer, the farmer,
birdy these balls
And the Porsche 911, like emergency calls
Man, I just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin'
and Birdy Joe Hoax
But who is the king of all of these folks?
And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed
a hiccup
Hiccup hiccup hiccup oh
Yeah Birdie get mad
Yeah Birdies kinda sad
Yeah Birdies kinda mad
Yeah Birdies kinda sad
Oh oh Birdies kinda mad
Oh yeah
and any old time
The hurdy gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat
The candy maker, the baker, the man on the street
The city charmer, the farmer,
off a perky
Up early, trappin' real early
Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'?
Migos having birdies (brrrr)
I don't know ya, I ain't servin'
Got your
a slimey lap around the map If you do these things,
Flopsy baby your going to take a nap
Birdies know
Rivers flow
Doggy always go
Your playin'
but it sure has been fun
You won't believe the things I have done
Birdy says, I outta go home
I swear I tried to reach you but the cop took my
her
My downtown bitch said, "Did you heard me?"
I think she stays five minutes from Birdy
I had an Arizona plug, used to serve me
I throwed that
and a temper for two
But everything I got belongs to you
Off to bed we will creep
Then we'll sleep and sleep and sleep
Till the little birdies peep
I'll
birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In
and any old time
The hurdy gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat
The candy maker, the baker, the man on the street
The city charmer, the farmer,
with the birdies
These niggas play for keep the streets
They really dirty you have to practice with the preach
I'm takin' courage your pain running
makes the birdies sing?
I'm hutched down in a huddle
Talking about another ring
But oh, you're twenty-five for an hour
And I'm related to it
For
Telling me it's all good tiger Woods
Now we looking for the birdy birdies
Stopped at the sto' to get some rubbers
Pulled up on the breezies
Well what do you
Wasn't it a pity when she finally hit the ground
It was goodbye lovely birdy, ho down
Goodbye lovely birdy, ho down
and any old time
The hurdy gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat
The candy maker, the baker, the man on the street
The city charmer, the farmer,
Shit, Make niggas stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
Smack the shit out the Clyde
Cause Bonnie should have pay me
Get old heads for they
of silence
K that's enough
Told that hoe she dead to me
And I'm ready to get the fuck
I don't like talking to birdies
And birdies you can not trust
Always
the birdies just couldn't sing
Yeah, everybody needs love
And to watch the twinkling stars above
It makes a boy and girl, yeah
Say they feel so fine, now,
ignore these voices anymore
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See
With 1 putt I lyin a birdy in the hole
I drive the show putt for dough
So give it up hoe
I get a lot of funny looks
I ain't stealin your music, my
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