birds - lil wayne lyrics
[intro]
(m*m*m*murda)
[chorus]
i got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
i got them percs, so many percs
so many colors, they look like nerds
when it come to numbers, b*tch, i’m a nerd
i’m doin’ numbers, b*tch, i got birds
i got ’em hummin’, i got ’em twerkin’
i got ’em jumpin’, i got a servant
i got a butler, i got a worker
i got a runner, she got a birkin
i got my gun in it in case you lurkin’
first she ain’t f*ck with cocaine, she converted
i gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
i put my thumb in lil’ b*tch, she squirting
i put some beads on her waist and her girdle
i put that ho in the air on commercial
i sent her all the way down with them turkeys
[verse 1]
tiger woods in the sunday clothes
i sell whole birds, i don’t do wings, this ain’t buffalo, b*tch
whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, b*tch
i’m the eagle street russell crowe
[refrain]
i’m too cold to be a hot boy
and, i got birds flyin’ south, boy
yeah, i’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
i got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
i’m too cold to be a hot boy
i’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
i make them birds sing like choir boy
free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah
[verse 2]
i got them birds, birds, i got them birds, word, i got them birds
i got them birds furs, get ’em and brrr, i made ’em “prr, prr”
all these birds, d*mn, i’m ’bout to serve
yeah, i’m servin’ them birds
ahead of the curb, yeah, i’m ’bout to swerve fast
flag red as a bird
all of these feathers, d*mn
all these treasures, remember to always measure
always business, yeah, never pleasure
remember, always, never
wings stretchin’, yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin’
charge him extra
i got big birds, you need tweety, call sylvester
tiger woods, i got birdies dawg
if it’s a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gon’ fall
no discounts, f*ck you mean? you talkin’ bird sh*t, dawg
number thirty*three, sell the jersey, b*tch
[refrain]
i’m too cold to be a hot boy
got them birds flyin’ south, boy
yeah, i’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
i’m too cold to be a hot boy
i’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
i got more birds than you got clout, boy
free as a bird in the clouds, boy
[chorus]
i got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
i got them percs, so many percs
so many colors, they look like nerds
when it come to numbers, b*tch, i’m a nerd
i’m doin’ numbers, b*tch, i got birds
i got ’em hummin’, i got ’em twerkin’
i got ’em jumpin’, i got a servant
i got a butler, i got a worker
i got a runner, she got a birkin
i got my gun in it in case you lurkin’
first she ain’t f*ck with cocaine, she converted
i gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
i put my thumb in lil’ b*tch, she squirting
i put some beads on her waist and her girdle
i put that ho in the air on commercial
i sent her all the way down with them turkeys
[outro]
it’s tiger woods
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