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the birds and the bees - lil yachty lyrics

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[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
f*ck with the kid though, stop with the mid though (yeah)
glock, let it hang out
gang, with the pop out
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, blaw
clear your name out
top floors, big house
box low, gang house (gang, gang)

[verse 1]
pour wockem in the sprite now
call that sh*t the wine house
free my big brother and my cousin out the crime house
dub, dub, dub, you a dub, tell the whole gang
b*tch in the bathroom, downin’ lines like the soul train
young rich n*gga, got the blues like i’m cold train
talkin’ bout them big bills (gang)
too much water on my neck, i need fish gills (yeah)
this lil fish man on my neck, need to sit still (yeah)
high school, high school, servin’ big pills
bro’nem used to steal them cars and call em’ hot wheels (skrt)
used to swipe and post up warehouse close to chapo hill (yeah)
that was way before i had a dolla bill (f*ck)
[chorus]
f*ck with the kid though, stop with the mid though (yeah)
glock, let it hang out
gang, with the pop out
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, blaw
clear your name out
top floors, big house
box low, gang house (yeah)

[verse 2]
never take a b*tch to my safe house (no)
that’s how n*ggas steak out
we used to eat at steak n’ shake, now we eat at steak house
now we drivin’ wraiths now (skrt)
someone call up auntie, fitted welcome to my place now (yeah)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (yeah)
steady cryin’ bout what you can’t do, go run it up (yeah)
aye, i got a lot of money (gang), i f*ck a lot of honeys
walkin’ a lot of bunnies, woo, aye, unh, aye
pull up to milli no skrt (skrt)
gold on my neck like i’m vert (yeah)
check comin’ in, no first
gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
f*ck with the kid though, stop with the mid though
glock, let it hang out
gang, with the pop out
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, blaw
clear your name out
top floors, big house
box low, gang house (yeah)
f*ck with the kid though, stop with the mid though (yeah)
glock, let it hang out
gang, with the pop out
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, blaw
clear your name out
top floors, big house
box low, gang house (yeah)

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