Lyrics:
o' Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.
The wee birdies sing and the wild
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
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
to me?
The school always torments me
Like a little birdy in the cage
birdies with plastic
Down the aisles
Let's wear the sunshine on our t-shirts
Our t shirts
Pretty, pretty t shirts
If you don't mind my cum
many times
But I want it to wait until it felt right
And now the birdies are singing so sweetly
Oh, let me introduce myself to you again
It's
the birdies sing, I am reminded
Not everyone who cries "Lord, Lord" will enter the Kingdom
Under the Big Top there's a tickle in my ear
It's creepy, crawly,
Lullabies, butterflies
Sad goodbies, make me cry
Oh my
They all remind me of you
In the trees, autumn leaves
Birdies tweet when you look at me
that word a about
Yeah that’s word a mouth
Birdies chirping now,
Tripping Outchyea searching now
Tryna get around
They tryna get a around
Now they
Yeah ooh when I️ was young all I️
Want was to be famous
Cash and the whole nine
Birdies on the waitlist
Superstar rap star, fans international
Now I️'m
in the cabinet
That's rap, trap and banging
Bag this badness
Free C Rose, birdy, get it ghost
Yeah, they might be gettin' it but
They ain't gettin' it
get your best and aim sturdy
And watch the movements of
Them flying birdies
The sin of man
The Origin of Species ain't no
Piece of foreign land
Huff
pretty
Pints of sauce, we ain't selling birdies
Free all of the drippers out the feds
Heard it's just a ticket, how the fuck I'm drinkin' red?
Show
I ain't playing dirty
Big Eagle on the swoop, I don't play with birdies
Golf talk, Tiger Woods on my golf walk
Few really for my stick, boy I'm in
hot, me mate forgot
And got me cider extra dry (baby)
And we watched the birdies in the sky
Birds in the sky, you passin' by
When I'm with you,
hour birdies chirpin' (ooh, cha-cha)
Ooh, I think she like me (ayy)
Ooh, I think she like me (ayy)
Ooh, I think she like me (ayy, ski, ski, cha-cha)
a shot in triples, match the birdy
Dip it quick if nigga acting wordy
Can't touch, no, you really can't bust that
Hit 'em with a curve, bitches sitting
earnin your Oscar
That birdy like our song
I murder like “Unsolved”
I’m watching all her story
She hit me on my story
The future gon be the past
The truth
know I don't play when it come to them birdies
Frrt, they gon' fly with them switches, you heard me?
That's a war I'ma start, AR in the car
Sip Barre,
late. I'm a little too late.
Too late too late
I could be whole if I didn't know
I could be whole if I didn't know
About the birdies and the bees
A little birdy told me that you'd be here tonight
All sad and lonely her taillights in your eyes
I've been waiting for this moment since you said
Kat)
Go, shawty, it's your birthday
Skinny oder curvy?
Let it all go so wie Birdy
Ah, Tomboy oder Girly
Fat Bootys, Flat Bootys, Humps so wie
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