Birds In The Bando

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Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)
 Look, contraband in the cupboard, we trap for the summer
 This work would make your hair stand up like my shampoo
 Cali boy, but I'm dodgin' in New York, undercover
 We push bubba, clean crystallish wretch rubber
 He go to play, five days, get fifty-k
 That's ten a day, kick-flips, no sneaker game
 Extended stays, hoppin' away, he gettin' paid
 See the risk we take avoiding the Jakes with no mistakes
 Bitch, think you s'posed to blow it all on dinner dates
 Just to tongue wrestle? I ain't triple-H
 Are you in and out the states? They livin' outta suitcase
 This Rollie has no time to send a boujie bitch a bouquet
 You don't think Thottiana wanna sniff until she blue faced
 This the shit the doctor prescribed to numb your toothache
 Brodie wanna rap, but he too caught up sellin' souffle
 He get them kicks, then he push 'em like Lupe (ooh)
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (god damn)
 Money pull up to the corner store
 The junkies' Cupid Shuffle (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 It's just Balenciaga bricks in that Dior duffle (you sellin' that)
 You wanna make the profit double, make the pot bubble
 Oh that line 'em up (what's up boy?)
 Bricks on the dashboard, fast money, fast cars
 Tryna knock a cash daughter, push packs out the glass bar
 Make that money fast forward, still trap out a rad 'fford
 They know I got it for cheap, what the fuck would you ask for?
 Confiscated like the task force, they just can't order us (nah)
 Silicone valley, boy, I'm just getting started up
 Pull up on your block, get your big homie collared up (come here, nigga)
 Jah Gotti couldn't mob with us, ayy
 Don't be calling us, if you ain't getting money, you can't ball with us
 My niggas in the big leagues, and I don't think you're tall enough
 We walkin' up, but I don't think you crawled enough (real shit)
 That's the fairest man, I swear they done it all the catch us (my nigga)
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
 Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
 Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)
 

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Duration
02:28
Key
9
Tempo
170 BPM

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