bird allegiance

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What do you desire?
 Bitch
 Yeah, ridin' around with a big 'K
 Put it straight to your face
 No time to play, get on the ground
 You better not play, or you gon' lay
 Standin' tall with all my brothers, it's the bird allegiance
 I'm on OxyContin, hardly breathing
 They done turned me up, done woke up the demon
 Nasty lil' bitch froze up my semen, she ate it like some Reese's
 KayB just got him a Bimmer, we just up in that bitch beaming
 Yeah, speedin', yeah, leanin'
 Withdrawals, I'm fiendin'
 Icy diamonds all on my body, I might catch fucking pneumonia
 'Cause I'm cold from my stones, these drugs be my persona
 My hitter got on his mask, he catch hats, no Corona
 I'm sippin' on drank from a glass pint, I ain't sippin' no Coronas
 Most of my niggas face blunts right after blunts, they some stoners
 I don't really like nobody, I be by myself, I'm loner
 Yeah, my nigga posted right up on that corner
 From the sundown 'til the morning
 His shit got me snoring, that shit is so boring, I'm yawning
 Doody don't give no warnings, he face all his opponents
 Drift off, Balenciaga, I left with my dollars, came from shottas
 These pussies don't want problem, that four-o stop 'em, Drac' knock 'em
 I like them J's, I'ma cop 'em
 But Daroo, he just got 'em
 Know I love my partner, my slimiest shotta, he a dawg with no collar
 I'm sippin', yeah, I'm chillin'
 Don't you get caught slippin'
 This Za' got me in my feelings
 I'm rollin' off X, and I'm rollin' off beans
 Top bird, bitch, I'll die for my team
 Caught myself in a drought sipping green
 I got beaucoup racks in my jeans
 I'm a loose screw off of that lean
 I go cuckoo for the fettuccine
 In the big Benz coupe, no Lamborghini
 Fucked up in the hotel, eatin' Lean Cuisine
 Remember kicking hoes out the bnb
 Yeah, my nigga posted right up on that corner
 From the sundown 'til the morning
 His shit got me snoring, that shit is so boring, I'm yawning
 Doody don't give no warnings, he face all his opponents
 Drift off, Balenciaga, I left with my dollars, came from shottas
 These pussies don't want problem, that four-o stop 'em, Drac' knock 'em
 (Bitch) I like them J's, I'ma cop 'em
 But Daroo, he just got 'em
 Know I love my partner, my slimiest shotta, he a dawg with no collar
 

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Duration
02:18
Key
2
Tempo
139 BPM

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