Ay, I pull birds my nigga

I'm pullin' birds

I'm pullin' birds my nigga

I love birds birds birds birds

Birds



[Rasaq]

And I'm talkin' bout the goods

The ones that come in hurds, when I pull up to the curb

Birds, I might let her sip some syrup

Girl don't ya know, it's good for ya hips and curves

Birds, and I ain't talkin' bout the kind that chirp

It's the kind that's gettin' on a niggaz nerves

Birds, and I ain't talkin' bout the drugs

It's the kind that show me love, cuz I'm rollin' on dubs

Birds, some in the hood, some in the burbs

Some talk country, some use proper words

I get em, I hit em, I dismiss 'em

Don't hug em, don't love em, I don't kiss 'em

She love em, she hug em, she don't listen

The jewelz glisten, call me an adittion

Cuz if ya look around my sleeve, you might see two pigeons

I flip em, then flick em, don't trick 'em

Just trick em, she wishin', she wit 'em

She wishin', she get em, she pissed n she trippin

He spittin', he flippin', no trickin, no spendin, no dissin'

Just send her back home, with a bent back bone

Skirt the last gone, and then I'm back home

Lookin' for mo to mack on, lights camera action



I love birds birds birds birds

I love birds birds birds birds

I love birds birds birds birds