Lyrics:
He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go
A billions of birdies squawkin' out loud
Talkin' in code to clams in the clouds
They send a secret message, they send it by worm,
Some vibratin'
boogie on a Saturday night
Well, I'm so dog gone dirty
'Cause [I'm] a Flat Foot Flewzy
And I can walk like a Tweety birdy
While I'm singing real
note that the birdies sing
He put 'em all into one sweet song for my Honeycomb
Honeycomb, won't ya be my baby, Honeycomb be my own
He took a hank
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 looking for a meal and they want
huh (Slatt)
I'm in a bloody spot, uh (Slatt)
I'm in the trap, I'm in the
Back, I'm in the birdy spot, uh
Got a little dirty thot, ayy
She come with
(Okay) But she about thirty (Yeah)
Get the squad together and get real high like a birdy, I say
Baby girl (Baby girl)
How you move it? (How ya movin'?)
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,
give him all I have
Chorus
Birdies on the window
see the birdies on my window
If I could fly oh baby
Then I would fly oh oh oh ah
Believe in me yeah
bodies Lil’ nigga you should know mine
We been on the go
We been pushin’ birdies on the road
I be in Ralph Lauren to my toes
If there's static let me know
Rap Rado, white dun ditty dotto
So many cart girls you'd think we hit the lotto
Cuz we, balls deep with the birdies and your girly
We on the green,
the second flood
Of the Butterfly
Bitches know I'm bound to fly
Touch the wings
Let the birdies sing
Hear them testify by any means
We gonna see some
For running out the motor mouth about
Shit they ain't even heard about
Feds snooping around the town trying
To sniff them birdies out
Youngins running
niggas get done
Dirty in the field, that's why its thirty in there still
All I really need me is a birdy and a wheel
Quick fast sell four shit, stash in
I know some niggas that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggas just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I
Listen to me people
I ain't got time to think about
Money or what it can buy
And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder
What make the birdies
and vic 'em
I see you're featherless
You got the birdy disease
Bite any rhymes that I have for ya
The poison is bad for ya stupid
You're equal measure
When my sugar walks down the street
All the little birdies go tweet, tweet, tweet.
And in the evening when the sun goes down
It's never dark when
a birdy hunted
Down alright, Lucy you're the
One alright, Lucy on the run
Would you like to see me
Runnin' around wearing the white
Ribbon, passin' it
A little birdy told me
That you’d be here
So I came running
Right out of fear
That you’d be gone
But by the time
I started running I realized
It
Have never seen such love before
See them billing and cooing like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike sharing joy alike
Feels that passion'll soon
of my shel
But I feel like I'm finally free now
Don't see the birdies up on my shelf
Keep it to yourself, let me be now
And you say, you say I'm selfish
blood, we were born this way
Down yonder, way down
Way down, way down
Way down yonder
You can't fold
A bunch of bootleg birdies and their bandit
and call a car
Ask your buddies where they are
Situations shift again
I can be your only friend
So a little birdy told me
Missus temple, call me Shirley
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