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bird mane - wnc whop bezzy lyrics

[intro]
(b*tch, i’m fly, i feel like birdman, respect my name)
rrah, ayy, baow
yeah, yeah
ayy, could you turn my headphones up a little bit in this b*tch?
huh? ayy, wait, b*tch, look, woo

[verse]
i paid a thousand for these shoes, watch how you boot me
step on these, watch how a n*gga step on you (watch how a n*gga step on you)
i got a b*tch that’s with the sh*ts, that ho be trippin’
b*tch, you trip and i’ll put that b*tch on you (i’ll put that b*tch on you)
boy, keep a glock, ain’t gotta c*ck, one in the head
clip like a leg, you know this b*tch hold thirty*two (you know this b*tch hold thirty*two)
she say, “um, yeah,” well, since, “um, yeah,” b*tch, give me head
now let me show you what this f*ckin’ addy do (like what this f*ckin’ addy do?)
and i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b*tch, see, you can have her
if she look my way, you know whopbezzy had her (b*tch, you know i had her too)
you ain’t a rat, but hang with rats, so what is that?
my n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’, a ratatouille (say pop a ratatouille)
f*ck that boy, he done got finessed, he think i blessed him
but you know i had to go with the move (yeah, b*tch, i went with the move)
you think you dumb, well, b*tch, i’m dumber, come and test me, break a rule
i make a b*tch drop out of school (i make a b*tch drop out of school)
this ain’t no race, but sh*t, i’m winnin’ ’til i finish
‘fore i lose, your people gon’ be losin’ you (your people gon’ be losin’ you)
and b*tch, i’m really ’bout my business when i’m spinnin’ like some tires
and i don’t need no f*ckin’ suit (b*tch, i don’t need no f*ckin’ suit)
i catch you anywhere, i’m crashin’ like a wreck
b*tch, call the people, you gon’ have to f*ckin’ sue
’cause i’ma put you in a suit, you gon’ leave here in a he*rs*
i thought this b*tch was with it, he was cappin’ in his verse, oh my god
b*tch, you owe me money, i need it now like f*ck the first
b*tch, i’m out here rollin’ off an addy with a perc’, yeah
i don’t shoot my sh*t for nothin’ ’cause b*tch, i know it’s workin’
only time i open fire, i’m tryna put this b*tch to work, yeah, baow, baow
baow, this b*tch hurt, huh
i’ma sin again, so i don’t go to church, huh
and i’m a motherf*ckin’ boss, ain’t gotta work, huh
i got the addy on you, i ain’t gotta lurk, nah
baow, baow, n*gga
b*tch, i’m comin’ for you
i really came to get some p*ssy, i ain’t comin’ for you
and look, that p*ssy can’t be good, this b*tch ain’t cummin’ for you
think you ford tough, how you gon’ dodge these f*ckin’ bullets when they comin’ for you?
b*tch, i’m fly, i feel like birdman, respect my name, n*gga
i’m the freshest n*gga without jewelry, f*ck a chain, n*gga
i be high as f*ck just like a plane, n*gga
text me like she bored, i wonder why? she with a lame n*gga
huh? what? yeah, b*tch, take your l
she say, “i swear to god, i love you,” i say, “go to h*ll”
this sh*t i’m smokin’ on so loud, you can hear it yell
before i let a n*gga take somethin’ from me, take me to my cell (yeah, yeah)

- wnc whop bezzy lyrics

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