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All of these diamonds, I shine like a lamp
I had to bury the money, I took that shit out a month later and it was still damp
I get them birdies for

Rack It Up 
Don't touch me lil bitch betta back it up 
You don't love me lil bitch girl you actin up
In the kitchen I'm whipin then wrap it up 
You birdy

the air release all your fears
Imma watch it burn
Its a new day
Watch all the birdies take my worries all away
Imma watch it burn this time and
Reach for

Vertical, vertical I swear I'm bout to go vertical
I'm bout to fly like the birdies do
You ain't to high never heard of you
Levitate Criss Angel

I got the Stoli

(I got the Stoli,Stoli,Stoli)

I got the Stoli
Riding with the homies 
24-8 Like I'm lining up the Kobe
Birdy say she know me
But

Sing now little birdy, please don't rush to fly
Your dreams will take you far, far, far away from human eyes
I know the wind is calling you by your

always seem to play the most 
Do this for my wife and kids and bros
Just so you know we outchea flipping birdies

Birdies
Aye
Making this money
We flipping

I'm countin' guap in the Benz
Tens, riding with me? That depends
Bend, my shawty bad to the bone
Froze, I don't got time for these birdies
They all

Birdy fell in a hole
And she couldn't get herself out
So I threw her some rope
And I told her to get out
But now times have changed
And Birdy doesn't

Badminton hittin' birdies
No drug selling but I'm flipping birdies
Like I'm Steve Austin
Demonic swallower like Kirby
Was that mean of you
Peel you

It's our Home
It's not fancy, but it's everything we need
As the squirrel leaps to the walnut tree
And the raccoon steals all our birdies' seed
I'm so

give a fuck what you birdies do
Fuck you and yo mama too I can give a fuck what you birdies do
Fuck you and yo mama too I can give a fuck what you

Michael Jordan last shot last shot
Ima beat the buzzer when I cash out
Aye birdies in the stash spot stash spot
To put Picasso's in the traphouse

the birdy then I pass it to em
Yea uh yea
Why my wrist get hot like the fish frying
Why these niggas flexing with these SI's
I tell em shoot em he gon prolly

in suburbia (Yuh)
Hope they don't hear me, yuh (Yuh)
Still under 30, yuh (Yuh)
Shooting up birdies, yuh (Yuh)
Living in arcadia (Yuh)
Peace is

Don't hold the mic if you ain't able to spit
CSF that's the crew that I'm with
I'm on fire like Tom Shepard with Birdy on the sidelines crying
With

Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts 
Jubilated monkeys’ meat, concentrated birdies feet 
A great big jar of all-purpose porpoise pus 
And me

You taste like tangy lemonade
On a sunny, summer day
On a sunny afternoon
Little birdies singing tunes
And I can't imagine this sunset-filtered view

me
Yeah
Every time I pop out, know I pop out too legit
Yeah
Pop out while the cops out; homies like, "Yo Birdy quit,"
Ya
Pop out with your top down,

Send me off
Let me spread my wings
Some birdies need a push to try
And though I'll hit the ground
I will be okay
Everybody's got to fly some time

Pocket watching with myself be fighting with my thirties
Yea he love to do the chirp made him sing up wit the birdies
Choppa sitting on my shoulder

detergent
Ain't no way she curve me
Throw up both my birdies
Like my drink strong
Like my women curvy
Sip it 'til she gone, 'til she tipsy turvy
'Til she

and dangerous
Ain't no parking at the light, there ain't no staining us
The birdy been the Oppa, yeah we know they sang it up
But they been claiming on the gang ,

I'm a Ryder

TQ

Hell and Back

2004

and that birdy birdy
Nigga knock it off
What you know about the ? when top cut off
Everybody want to talk about they got guns
But them niggas don't pop