Letra de Birds - Lil Wayne

(M-M-M-Murda)

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd

I got them Percs, so many Percs

So many colors, they look like Nerds

When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd

I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds

I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'

I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant

I got a butler, I got a worker

I got a runner, she got a Birkin

I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'

First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted

I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous

I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtin'

I put some beads on her waist and her girdle

I put that ho in the air on commercial

I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes

I sell whole birds, I don't do wings, this ain't Buffalo, bitch

Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch

I'm the Eagle Street Russell Crowe and

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

And, I got birds flyin' south, boy

Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

I make them birds sing like choirboy

Free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah

I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, word, I got them birds

I got them birds furs, get 'em and brrr, I made 'em "prr, prr"

All these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve

Yeah, I'm servin' them birds

Ahead of the curve, yeah, I'm 'bout to swerve fast

Flag red as a bird

All of these feathers, damn

All these treasures, remember to always measure

Always business, yeah, never pleasure

Remember, always, never

Wings stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin'

Charge him extra

I got Big Birds, you need Tweety? Call Sylvester

Tiger Woods, I got birdies, dawg

If it's a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gon' fall

No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dawg

Number thirty-three, sell the jersey in your arm, bitch

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

Got them birds flyin' south, boy

Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

I got more birds than you got clout, boy

Free as a bird in the clouds, boy

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd

I got them Percs, so many Percs

So many colors, they look like Nerds

When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd

I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds

I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'

I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant

I got a butler, I got a worker

I got a runner, she got a Birkin

I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'

First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted

I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous

I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtin'

I put some beads on her waist and her girdle

I put that ho in the air on commercial

I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

It's Tiger Woods

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