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fuck ostriches - lilcumonmyback lyrics

[intro]
f*ck a ostrich n*gga
f*ck a ostrich n*gga, i don’t f*ck with them no more
nah
no i don’t, you know i don’t

[verse 1]
i never leave my house unlocked
i always walk around with a glock
in case a ostrich wanna come on my block
then a ostrich n*gga gonna get shot
ostrich n*ggas run too quick
and who’s to say the homie won’t pull some sh*t
the n*gga got a powerful kick
and i know the n*ggas like to travel in cliques
tell ’em i got nothing to lose
these hood ass birds about to pay their dues
finna grab my bat and take a swing or two
to the neck and all their homies finna sing the blue
[chorus]
i ain’t afraid of no bird ass n*gga, tryna scope my sh*t
cuz when they heard my triggah, better hope they dipped
forty miles an hour my d*ck, i got a whip
and i’ll get your ass hit with the fl!ck of a wrist
i check my doors compulsive
making sure i locked it
cuz i keep having nightmares of this f*cking ostrich tryna rob sh*t
take my gun out, c*ck it
so when the flock gets here, i’ll be ready to pop it

[verse 2]
so we’re sitting in the urgent care
my wife’s water broke so i drove her there
when you’re about to be a dad, nothing can compare
i soon learn that this b*tch had a f*cking affair
cuz the baby’s a ostrich
what the f*ck, b*tch?
you committed adultery, didn’t wear a condom
and you never told me, now the babies r*t*rded
i’ve been dreaming that often, always wake up bawling
f*ck you fast ass, gang banging, c*cky pr*cks
put you in a coffin b*tch, you best be cautious b*tch
the way you c*cked my b*tch, the only option is
sara mclaughlin, or else a bullet in your noggin, b*tch
you’re the reason i can’t get no sleep
scared i’m gonna catch them creepin with my hoe in the sheets
next time i see them birdies running up in the streets
i’ll chase ’em down with my scooter finna catch up to speed
kinda hard to get away when you’re flightless
i’ll hop off my razor and i’ll start to ride it
i startle him, we start truckin’ down the road
once i’m on his back i’m pulling out my scope
this is what you get for being a punk ass, forty mile an hour running
piece of sh*t bird that’s good for nothing
reach for the trigger, now i’m finna pull it
pump a couple in your dome, n*gga eat the bullets

- lilcumonmyback lyrics

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