Like a Bird Lyrics
| Song | Like a Bird |
| Artist | Lil Boosie |
| Album | Ghetto Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Lil' Boosie) | |
| Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing) | |
| Every album like a bird! | |
| If you buy Trill shit | |
| Then you buy that real shit! | |
| And the D.A. and the judge gone get it | |
| If they don't free Pimp C, bitch! | |
| And when I drop shit, it's hot shit! | |
| You know I ain lyin' | |
| I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind! | |
| If you heard that green and yellow cd | |
| You bout love a lil nigga! | |
| You a girl, in this thug world | |
| You might wanna fuck a lil nigga! | |
| I don't really give a fuck | |
| About the fortune and fame | |
| I want the money | |
| So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane! | |
| I'm in the studio, daily nigga! | |
| Wit my pen and my pad | |
| Where I run rhymes about my life | |
| And how I'm missin' my dad | |
| Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds | |
| I get paid for my shows | |
| Niggaz hate it, cause' my name | |
| That's what takin' these hoes! | |
| Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores | |
| Ya better get before it goes! .....And | |
| (Chorus: repeat 4X) | |
| Every album like a bird....steady flippin! | |
| Every album like a bird! | |
| (Lil' Boosie) | |
| My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight) | |
| But I talk me some shit | |
| About this world | |
| About these girls | |
| And how I dog, my bitch! | |
| My next album was bootleg | |
| Ain even come to the stores | |
| Cause a nigga stole it | |
| And they sold it for the price of some O! | |
| Six months later, they heard that For My Thugs | |
| The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh! | |
| Ain nothing but raw rhymes | |
| No flashy shit, just hard times! | |
| Nigga don't wanna hear bout ballin | |
| If he ain' got a damn quarter! | |
| Ya hear me talkin' | |
| But to see that ghetto D, that's real shit! | |
| Cause I'm feelin' the power | |
| Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour! | |
| Shit, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla! | |
| I want 2 billion dollars | |
| Not no million, you dick rider! | |
| I got two 24,80's dawg | |
| They filled up! | |
| With shit that'll make you get kill | |
| Or even kill us! | |
| Then I drop....huh! | |
| Then I drop again! | |
| And I get sicker every time | |
| I touch dat fuckin' pen! ...And | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Every album like a bird in a corner store | |
| Keep it real boy | |
| Trill got the good dope! | |
| See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe | |
| About an ounce of that good dolja | |
| We gone big blow! | |
| Wanna beef, motherfucker?! | |
| Ain no problem with that! | |
| I barely hit you in ya chest | |
| Made it come out ya back! | |
| And while you put yo look on hard | |
| I be rippin them tracks | |
| And by the time it hit the shelves | |
| I'll be gettin' it back! | |
| So many niggaz playa hatin' | |
| So I'm totin a gat | |
| Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act! | |
| That's how you livin' when you on | |
| And ya got that crack | |
| And wake up with a new bone | |
| I can get left flat! | |
| So fuck that, ride strapped | |
| Give another nigga what he deserve | |
| And I'ma keep a bad bitch | |
| Cause I'm flippin' these birds! | |
| Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up | |
| I know you nerv (nervous) | |
| Because them niggaz got dope in them birds! | |
| (Chorus) |
| Lil' Boosie | |
| Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! Laughing | |
| Every album like a bird! | |
| If you buy Trill shit | |
| Then you buy that real shit! | |
| And the D. A. and the judge gone get it | |
| If they don' t free Pimp C, bitch! | |
| And when I drop shit, it' s hot shit! | |
| You know I ain lyin' | |
| I only gave y' all half the shit, but I got more in my mind! | |
| If you heard that green and yellow cd | |
| You bout love a lil nigga! | |
| You a girl, in this thug world | |
| You might wanna fuck a lil nigga! | |
| I don' t really give a fuck | |
| About the fortune and fame | |
| I want the money | |
| So my daughter wouldn' t have to beg, no mane! | |
| I' m in the studio, daily nigga! | |
| Wit my pen and my pad | |
| Where I run rhymes about my life | |
| And how I' m missin' my dad | |
| Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds | |
| I get paid for my shows | |
| Niggaz hate it, cause' my name | |
| That' s what takin' these hoes! | |
| Thirtysix zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores | |
| Ya better get before it goes! ..... And | |
| Chorus: repeat 4X | |
| Every album like a bird.... steady flippin! | |
| Every album like a bird! | |
| Lil' Boosie | |
| My first album was bout a 7 It was aight | |
| But I talk me some shit | |
| About this world | |
| About these girls | |
| And how I dog, my bitch! | |
| My next album was bootleg | |
| Ain even come to the stores | |
| Cause a nigga stole it | |
| And they sold it for the price of some O! | |
| Six months later, they heard that For My Thugs | |
| The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh! | |
| Ain nothing but raw rhymes | |
| No flashy shit, just hard times! | |
| Nigga don' t wanna hear bout ballin | |
| If he ain' got a damn quarter! | |
| Ya hear me talkin' | |
| But to see that ghetto D, that' s real shit! | |
| Cause I' m feelin' the power | |
| Cause I get 5 G' s, to be on stage, for a half a hour! | |
| Shit, I heard... Don' t say no names ... wanna holla! | |
| I want 2 billion dollars | |
| Not no million, you dick rider! | |
| I got two 24, 80' s dawg | |
| They filled up! | |
| With shit that' ll make you get kill | |
| Or even kill us! | |
| Then I drop.... huh! | |
| Then I drop again! | |
| And I get sicker every time | |
| I touch dat fuckin' pen! ... And | |
| Chorus | |
| Every album like a bird in a corner store | |
| Keep it real boy | |
| Trill got the good dope! | |
| See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe | |
| About an ounce of that good dolja | |
| We gone big blow! | |
| Wanna beef, motherfucker?! | |
| Ain no problem with that! | |
| I barely hit you in ya chest | |
| Made it come out ya back! | |
| And while you put yo look on hard | |
| I be rippin them tracks | |
| And by the time it hit the shelves | |
| I' ll be gettin' it back! | |
| So many niggaz playa hatin' | |
| So I' m totin a gat | |
| Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act! | |
| That' s how you livin' when you on | |
| And ya got that crack | |
| And wake up with a new bone | |
| I can get left flat! | |
| So fuck that, ride strapped | |
| Give another nigga what he deserve | |
| And I' ma keep a bad bitch | |
| Cause I' m flippin' these birds! | |
| Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up | |
| I know you nerv nervous | |
| Because them niggaz got dope in them birds! | |
| Chorus |
| Lil' Boosie | |
| Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! Laughing | |
| Every album like a bird! | |
| If you buy Trill shit | |
| Then you buy that real shit! | |
| And the D. A. and the judge gone get it | |
| If they don' t free Pimp C, bitch! | |
| And when I drop shit, it' s hot shit! | |
| You know I ain lyin' | |
| I only gave y' all half the shit, but I got more in my mind! | |
| If you heard that green and yellow cd | |
| You bout love a lil nigga! | |
| You a girl, in this thug world | |
| You might wanna fuck a lil nigga! | |
| I don' t really give a fuck | |
| About the fortune and fame | |
| I want the money | |
| So my daughter wouldn' t have to beg, no mane! | |
| I' m in the studio, daily nigga! | |
| Wit my pen and my pad | |
| Where I run rhymes about my life | |
| And how I' m missin' my dad | |
| Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds | |
| I get paid for my shows | |
| Niggaz hate it, cause' my name | |
| That' s what takin' these hoes! | |
| Thirtysix zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores | |
| Ya better get before it goes! ..... And | |
| Chorus: repeat 4X | |
| Every album like a bird.... steady flippin! | |
| Every album like a bird! | |
| Lil' Boosie | |
| My first album was bout a 7 It was aight | |
| But I talk me some shit | |
| About this world | |
| About these girls | |
| And how I dog, my bitch! | |
| My next album was bootleg | |
| Ain even come to the stores | |
| Cause a nigga stole it | |
| And they sold it for the price of some O! | |
| Six months later, they heard that For My Thugs | |
| The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh! | |
| Ain nothing but raw rhymes | |
| No flashy shit, just hard times! | |
| Nigga don' t wanna hear bout ballin | |
| If he ain' got a damn quarter! | |
| Ya hear me talkin' | |
| But to see that ghetto D, that' s real shit! | |
| Cause I' m feelin' the power | |
| Cause I get 5 G' s, to be on stage, for a half a hour! | |
| Shit, I heard... Don' t say no names ... wanna holla! | |
| I want 2 billion dollars | |
| Not no million, you dick rider! | |
| I got two 24, 80' s dawg | |
| They filled up! | |
| With shit that' ll make you get kill | |
| Or even kill us! | |
| Then I drop.... huh! | |
| Then I drop again! | |
| And I get sicker every time | |
| I touch dat fuckin' pen! ... And | |
| Chorus | |
| Every album like a bird in a corner store | |
| Keep it real boy | |
| Trill got the good dope! | |
| See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe | |
| About an ounce of that good dolja | |
| We gone big blow! | |
| Wanna beef, motherfucker?! | |
| Ain no problem with that! | |
| I barely hit you in ya chest | |
| Made it come out ya back! | |
| And while you put yo look on hard | |
| I be rippin them tracks | |
| And by the time it hit the shelves | |
| I' ll be gettin' it back! | |
| So many niggaz playa hatin' | |
| So I' m totin a gat | |
| Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act! | |
| That' s how you livin' when you on | |
| And ya got that crack | |
| And wake up with a new bone | |
| I can get left flat! | |
| So fuck that, ride strapped | |
| Give another nigga what he deserve | |
| And I' ma keep a bad bitch | |
| Cause I' m flippin' these birds! | |
| Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up | |
| I know you nerv nervous | |
| Because them niggaz got dope in them birds! | |
| Chorus |
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