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birds ain't real - ned bundy lyrics

[verse 1]
i got mob ties
f*ck with riding squad, die
shooting odds and calling blinds
i’m with this sh*t, don’t try
i’m the shark in the ocean
all you n*ggas small fries
you’ll get hog tied in yo crib while it’s on fire
i don’t play, b*tch
straight as a face*lift
play the boombox, loud
tortured in the bas*m*nt
you with cement shoes
feed em to the catfish
you done broke the rules
thinking i’m a pacifist
yeah, i’ll pass a fist to yo face
empty the clip to yo cabbage, b*tch
i don’t know who’s blood this is
yeah, i’m bout this
and some houses need justice
crime scene cleaned up
wipe the dust from the glitch
but i ain’t nice
i’m with the sacrifice
i drink the blood on ice
all my enemies let em pay the price
ain’t no elite, b*tch
f*ck with me, you’ll see it, b*tch
grew up in the ghetto tree
from the seed, b*tch
[bridge]
shut the f*ck up, birds! i’m tryna sleep but i can’t. i got a lot of opps on my mind. my microphone smell like newports

[verse 2]
ayo, f*ck that
i don’t wanna run back
i think what i did was good enough
n*gga, hit the gas
i’m like “what’s that?” when they ask me where i’m at
i don’t give a f*ck
i’m brainwashed
i can’t remember none of that
you got crumbled up and smoked up like a dubsack
knife in yo back eight times like new jack
where’s yo luck at?
homie, it looks like it just ran out
i got some* got some gasoline boots
i’m running through the south
south of heaven
all the flames bother me when i go out
i got problems, n*gga, lots of sh*t i shouldn’t talk about
i got lots and lots of problems that i shouldn’t talk about
i got lots…

- ned bundy lyrics

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