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Flip A Bird

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In the kitchen (putting work) On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen Said I'm here for money making, I've lost about all my patience Beat almost all my cases, thought I'd covered up all my bases Bitches try to play you to some how, some way you figure it out You fuck with Jay-Z's bitch from back in the day You might end up with reasonable doubt You fuck with grimey bitches Standing over you taking pictures While you sleeping cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch Quit rapping and just go get it cracking (in the kitchen) Bout' to push that white instead of that music Seems like simpler profit, cos nigga's gossiping like they world-stars Empty your bicep, until I find you and empty your pockets If 5'9" stop rhyming, I'm driving on I-95 or I am (in the kitchen) I will cop a key and put it on the scale In the kitchen (putting work) On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen Can't tell y'all, if I did drugs or if they did me Nah, we were just doing each other We were side by side like everyday Didn't care if we ruined each other Back then it was so real, fully automatic it was overkill I was on weed, I was on dust, might have tried coke when I was on pills My pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasn't on bills Whole family disappointed in me, can't imagine how that made my mom feel Her one's missing, guns hidden, sorry Momma, your son's tripping Got baggies scattered (in the kitchen) Plus, you and Dad was' on the same road, y'all just left, made it right If I didn't learn I'd do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnight Now I'm on this music shit, trying to get this paper right If not I'll be back (in the kitchen) Let me get it now On Twitter, they murder my mentions Cause they heard I was served by


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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