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birds gonna fly - nle choppa lyrics

[intro]
i think we found a loophole
ah, ah
woah ah, ah
woah, ah, ah
eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, ayy
eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, woah, ayy
eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, woah

[chorus]
i can see that the birds gonna fly tonight
but i know that a n*gga’s gonna die tonight
he want a dove, so i told him come and pay the price
he pull up on it, then we stretch him for his merchandise
we had to do it, lay him down like a laundromat
lay him down real flat
rat*tat*tat*tat
pull up with the black and shoot his back, rip through his belly fat
one deep in the scat pack and i’m lookin’ for a brain to sn*tch
they say i’m cold, need to change my ways
them n*ggas really just played
i told my girl just fill the grave
and i dare a f*ck n*gga try to play me
cook a n*gga like some gravy
bought like two*three in the eighties
[verse 1]
ay, i put a xanny up in the sprite
i ain’t even drink it, i’m doin’ it right
they say i be trippin’, but i know i’m righteous yeah
ay, i got a b*tch and she f*ckin’ all night
she l!ckin’ and suckin’ another she [?]
and i ain’t gon’ like, i think i’m likin’ her
the way that i’m feelin’, i’m really the goat
i pop me a [?] so i feel a lil’ [?]
choppa bullets took the millions of a n*gga
we was tryna knock the head off his throat
heard what he said, what he seen, where he at
and i state them facts and now i’m on go
fly out to cali, i go get the pack
and i’m comin’ back, three racks no [?]
heard what you said ’bout the word in her mouth
put that b*tch in the grave, then i’m diggin’ him out
we don’t care who he is, we finna stretch him
’cause i’m quarantining and i’m in the drought
dare a f*ck n*gga come take my water
up the stick, that’s on my daughter
looked up to the brain
caught up on molly, he like my bro
[?] we go for [?]
every action got repercussions
when it’s [?] then we leave ’em [?]
[?] he get to duckin’
that memphis n*gga, fifty round on him, posted in the jordans
i got my queen right on side on me, n*gga f*ck yo’ guns
[chorus]
i can see that the birds gonna fly tonight
but i know that a n*gga’s gonna die tonight
he want a dove, so i told him come and pay the price
he pull up on it, then we stretch him for his merchandise
we had to do it, lay him down like a laundromat
lay him down real flat
rat*tat*tat*tat
pull up with the black and shoot his back, rip through his belly fat
one deep in the scat pack and i’m lookin’ for a brain to sn*tch
they say i’m cold, need to change my ways
them n*ggas really just played
i told my girl just fill the grave
and i dare a f*ck n*gga try to play me
cook a n*gga like some gravy
bought like two*three in the eighties

[verse 2]
wish they could take me back when i was baby
because it seems like a lot of people hate me
toxic vibes and don’t n0body wanna date me
promise you ride and i’ma change up the patience
i left my feelings at the door, don’t have to spoil it
don’t aim at your heart and then reload oh woah
all of our problems keep ’em closed, don’t let ’em know
you put them people in our business, i [?]
and i ain’t feel this type of pain in so long
the same feeling that i felt when my dawg was gone
while i been rockin’ on this roll, i pray to get it on
will i make it to my destination? n0body knows
i done tree smoked, we blow it [?]
b*tch you heard what i said, and you trippin’ ’bout a ho
if a ho get wrong, disrespecting swear to god we gon’ blow
they named my choppa lil’ [?] ’cause that b*tch it got a scope
[chorus]
i can see that the birds gonna fly tonight
but i know that a n*gga’s gonna die tonight
he want a dove, so i told him come and pay the price
he pull up on it, then we stretch him for his merchandise
we had to do it, lay him down like a laundromat
lay him down real flat
rat*tat*tat*tat
pull up with the black and shoot his back, rip through his belly fat
one deep in the scat pack and i’m lookin’ for a brain to sn*tch
they say i’m cold, need to change my ways
them n*ggas really just played
i told my girl just fill the grave
and i dare a f*ck n*gga try to play me
cook a n*gga like some gravy
bought like two*three in the eighties

- nle choppa lyrics

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