and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven't you heard That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble
these motherfuckers' necks Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Hard top, six-four
cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday
wanna mirk me Lets take it to the streets Where I started it Where half the city wanted for murder charges there I?m dressed in all black Baseball hat Gorilla Suit nigga that?s what I call
3,2,1, take off, I can prove mercury aint far as they say dawg. Started on one fifth, now I'm on number four, and off of those four, I've been around
' it Four days then I'm sick of her, 'cause her brain is Lemonhead Cocaine white exterior, interior lemonade Yellow wit' da off-white trim I call that
die, but hell i dont know where you gotta go, Run up on me wrong, try your luck, cause i dont think so, This four four that i told a libra, whole size
We'll sail away On a wave of love Let the four winds blow From heaven above The wind on the water seems To whisper soft in my ear The call of the ocean
floor, cutie While I do my duty on this microphone Shake your booty shawty I'm the shit Why you think Proof used to call me Doodi You can sound the alarm You can call
Now let me brush off my Pumaa??s. This is for the early birds and the late bloomers. My fitted ****** and so is the boomer. My money aina??t funny, but
Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones he bought four
'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones Go Magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim Four four Magnum, tell
name Are you calling me darling? Are you calling me bird? They call me girl (Are you calling me darling?) They call me Stacey They call me her They call
locked, even got the birds bumpin' Everybody tryna get in, don't nobody wanna be left in the wind *** better not try to miss the boat The early bird
booty black is so indespicable You squaw-pie, tack-haired, motherfuckin jiggaboo You can suck a dick or two or three or four or mo' here But first get colon eye birds
boy fishes the morning away His bicycle leans on an oak tree While the cars rumble over his head An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky And the young birds call
Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Five golden rings, four
