Lyrics:
And days didn't end
Cartoons and potato chips
To I-Dos in relationships
Bird's eye, view it flew by
Guess we we're having fun
Avoid the finish line
There's
the way it goes
Where was it you lived in case I'm ever there
Well, three doors down and two behind
And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes
Don't
One, two, three, four Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha please
Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees
Illusion fills my head like
[Intro: people whispering]
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
Aye aye
Say she want a fresh young nigga like me
Nigga in amiri jeans or off white tee
Riding round inna X6 no 3
Favorite number 3 like a nigga CP
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
a shout
There the CID
Done the backs
Ruined my new Y3's
Catch a flight
Jump across the seas
Walked to the taxi heard a bird yell freeze
Armed response
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Three in the morning came without a warning
Wound up with some old buccaneers
Tellin' lies about the time I
Won the Nobel Prize
Guess who bought all
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
While little hands make vain
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant
I choked when the cage bird sings it stings
Springs me out delirium
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
a plan for the night that's in store
How many man can I list on the door
Triple A's in case we wanna explore
Bring your plus ones plus one or two more
3
the night
Two thick thots in my sight looking nice
In my sight
Bird eye
No clue little bitch looking right
No scope when we shot we aim right
No glide
court and Bernard King
Got fire, got birds, got weeds
We been dreamin with the stirs on the Denim
I dropped 3, it wasn't nothing but Jamilas
Many jumpin
and the downs are plenty
When you talk with the girl that you always desired
You busted a move but the move backfired
When life puts you in the little
lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp
But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn't
Hey, Little One, hey, Little One, hey
Hey, Little One, hey, Little One, hey
Will you sing like a bird?
Will you swim like a fish?
Will you do all
stay clean, plus momma in a Lex four
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the bird man Jr. sincerely yours
When it rains it
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
the year two thousand two hundred and three
And the worlds always been like this for me
There's very little life and very few trees and very little
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