Paroles de la chanson Birdboy par NLE Choppa

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Paroles de la chanson Birdboy par NLE Choppa

Ayy, huh, yeah
(I don't even think y'all niggas ready)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SGULL
(They not ready, bruh, Tay, they ready?)
Huh, yeah, yeah
(Tay said, "No")
What? Yeah
(Huh, huh)

Bullets eat a nigga up, like I'm playin' Pac-Man (Yeah)
Choppa got a kick back (Yeah), leave him on a kick stand (Huh, yeah)
Nigga call me doo-doo (Huh), yeah, I'm the shit, man

Nigga talkin' shit, so I fired on his bitch ass (Yeah, yeah)
Glock freeze him up, yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Call that freeze tag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chopper leave him stuck, yeah (Wait, wait)
That's a glitch, man (Yeah, yeah)
If a nigga play, I'ma hit him broad day with the K
Make a nigga go, "Ah," yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
Fuckin' on another nigga bae, yeah (Huh, yeah)
Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah (Huh, grrr)
Nigga, I'm real, you fake, yeah
I be totin' them glizzies, we love totin' guns
I do it for real, you do it for fun (Yeah, huh, yeah)
When an opp see me, you know they gon' run
I hang out the window, shoot shit like LeBron

You know that I hit 'em (Huh), I had to get 'em (Huh, huh)
They thought I was bowlin', I had to split 'em (Yeah)
7.62 (Yeah), cut him down the middle
Cookin' him up like a fuckin' McGriddle (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
Sub me in the game
And you know that I'ma score, bitch (Huh)
Pull up with the gang, twist your finger, make it bang (Yeah, yeah)
To be honest, I'm an animal, I can't be tamed (Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah)
Bullets fallin' out the sky, let that bitch rain (What?)
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang (What? Yeah, huh, yeah)
Back in the summer, I didn't have a name (No)

Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin' (Slob, bitch, slob)
Damn, lil' Choppa, she say that you slangin'
Hit from the back, have her changin' language

Huh, huh?
(*Ringer*)
What the fuck?
Bitch, stop calling my phone! (Yeah)

I hit her one time then I leave her alone (Huh)
I know I'm not right, 'cause I'm doin' her wrong
Just like a dog, I just wanna bone (Rrrr)
We makin' 'em serve, we serve in a cone (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a real nigga, you cannot clone
I'm cold with this shit like my first name was stone (Yeah, yeah)

I'm still a menace (Huh?), wait (What the fuck?)
I am a devil, whole other level (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Huh)
She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Hold up)
She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Hold up, bro)
She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boostin' (Huh, huh, huh)
Now I'm up in high school gettin' head from my tutor (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shoota (What?)
Shoot him in the head, I'm tryna knock out his noodles (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a big dog, little nigga, you a poodle (What?)
I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler
Pop off, like I'm Martin Luther (Huh, huh)
Bullets bless him, that's a hallelujah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hrrrrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
(They shootin')
Slatt, slatt
(Choppa)

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