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Birmingham (feat. Nz)
by KLS
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I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
Talking shit ain't heard of ya
She left FaceTime, show me turbulence
My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her
Got gift like Santa, got my soda Fanta I shoot like Tony Montana
I tell her I love her, I ain't serious Pull up in the dark, you never see me
I'm mysterious
If I heard he did you dirty one more time
I am furious
He's like my biggest fan, I know he is listening
to this
Put the cocoa with the yola, mix it, turn
it to biscuits
Put the YOLO with the sosa, turn it, flick it to coca
Put her in first and choke her,
I'm too chill to provoke her
If you got a man i'll loan ya
Second we've fucked you're mad i will not phone ya
Drinks and drugs got me in a coma
Like an alien, I'm off my face again
She tryna call my phone, once a month it's that time again
Like like
Drip come wet like a puddle
We all in my bottle, fuck all these models
I'm on the M-way and bros on full throttle
Tryna make that pussy hurt
Tryna make that pussy squirt
I'ma make that pussy turnt
I'ma make that pussy burst
I'ma make your pussy first
Eat it like dessert, makeup all over my shirt
Change the gear, put in reverse Put your mind all in the dirt
Front row seats to my concert
Silly boy you should've learned
She DM you, I was first
Bend over, let me insert
Empty clip, it's like 30
It's 6 in the morning, I'm tryna fuck you dirty
I got shooters up in Birmingham
Spin the tires, we're burning em
Fling the packs, We're serving em
Kitty cats and burglars
Life is full of murderers
Made her pussy wet, I made it drown
I made her pussy wet, I made it like a foun-tain
When she climb on me, she'd be mount-in
With her, I'ma put my full amount-in
On the train, on the way to Broski
Had to see him up at OT
Said they know me, mind your mouth i got
I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
Talking shit ain't heard of ya
She left FaceTime, show me turbulence
My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her
Got gift like Santa, got my soda Fanta I shoot like Tony Montana
I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
Talking shit ain't heard of ya
She left FaceTime, show me turbulence
My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her
I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
Talking shit ain't heard of ya
She left FaceTime, show me turbulence
My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her
Got gift like Santa, got my soda Fanta I shoot like Tony Montana
I tell her I love her, I ain't serious Pull up in the dark, you never see me
I'm mysterious
If I heard he did you dirty one more time
I am furious
He's like my biggest fan, I know he is listening
to this
Put the cocoa with the yola, mix it, turn
it to biscuits
Put the YOLO with the sosa, turn it, flick it to coca
Put her in first and choke her,
I'm too chill to provoke her
If you got a man i'll loan ya
Second we've fucked you're mad i will not phone ya
Drinks and drugs got me in a coma
Like an alien, I'm off my face again
She tryna call my phone, once a month it's that time again
Like like
Drip come wet like a puddle
We all in my bottle, fuck all these models
I'm on the M-way and bros on full throttle
Tryna make that pussy hurt
Tryna make that pussy squirt
I'ma make that pussy turnt
I'ma make that pussy burst
I'ma make your pussy first
Eat it like dessert, makeup all over my shirt
Change the gear, put in reverse Put your mind all in the dirt
Front row seats to my concert
Silly boy you should've learned
She DM you, I was first
Bend over, let me insert
Empty clip, it's like 30
It's 6 in the morning, I'm tryna fuck you dirty
I got shooters up in Birmingham
Spin the tires, we're burning em
Fling the packs, We're serving em
Kitty cats and burglars
Life is full of murderers
Made her pussy wet, I made it drown
I made her pussy wet, I made it like a foun-tain
When she climb on me, she'd be mount-in
With her, I'ma put my full amount-in
On the train, on the way to Broski
Had to see him up at OT
Said they know me, mind your mouth i got
I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
Talking shit ain't heard of ya
She left FaceTime, show me turbulence
My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her
Got gift like Santa, got my soda Fanta I shoot like Tony Montana
I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
Talking shit ain't heard of ya
She left FaceTime, show me turbulence
My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her
I Got a shooter up in Birmingham
