Song | Ms. Bird |
Artist | Birdman |
Album | Baby aka the #1 Stunna |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thomas, Williams | |
(Intro:Baby) | |
Uh huh uh huh | |
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga f**k | |
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby | |
Its my turn nigga, I'm under the burn biotch | |
If you ain't getting money, you's a crazy motherf**ker (got to be a crazy motherf**ker) | |
I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherf**ker (lord help me) | |
This is a biotch, biotch | |
(Baby) | |
Come on nigga | |
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks | |
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks | |
The new school bens with them bows to match | |
But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack | |
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat | |
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats | |
Burberry timbs with the fence to match | |
And I'm so so fly, and mommy like that | |
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac | |
Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs | |
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap | |
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap | |
Them 20" rims and them tires are flat | |
There ain't no question, that stunna is a mack | |
A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back | |
With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH | |
(Chorus: Mannie Fresh - repeat 2X) | |
Every Place that I went to | |
About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you | |
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard | |
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird | |
(Baby) | |
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks | |
You see a nigga's jewels, no name on the watch | |
Until a nigga die these cops gon watch | |
But I don't give a f**k nigga, the shit don't stop | |
All I'm trying to do is stack a knot | |
Them aligator seats with them brand new drops | |
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot | |
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot | |
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch | |
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot | |
So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot | |
The same old nigga off them up-town blocks | |
I came around your corner and I shit your spot | |
It's (?) and I serve your block | |
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock | |
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch | |
(Chorus) - 2X | |
(Mannie Fresh) | |
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn | |
I'm tired of having sex and I want to go home | |
But I cant leave yet cause they kissing each other | |
Plus I'm hot and I'm horny, I'm getting my rubbers | |
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich | |
Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch | |
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain't your momma a teacher | |
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher | |
Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick | |
If you ain't eating pussy then you sucking good dick | |
Now every place that I go to | |
About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you | |
And they all got that movie that you made with that man | |
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin | |
If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch) | |
(Chorus) - 2X |
zuo qu : Thomas, Williams | |
Intro: Baby | |
Uh huh uh huh | |
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga f k | |
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby | |
Its my turn nigga, I' m under the burn biotch | |
If you ain' t getting money, you' s a crazy motherf ker got to be a crazy motherf ker | |
I ain' t getting money, I' m probably a crazy motherf ker lord help me | |
This is a biotch, biotch | |
Baby | |
Come on nigga | |
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks | |
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks | |
The new school bens with them bows to match | |
But its the Birdman daddy got them O' s of crack | |
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat | |
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats | |
Burberry timbs with the fence to match | |
And I' m so so fly, and mommy like that | |
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac | |
Ragtop bens with them ragtop lacs | |
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap | |
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap | |
Them 20" rims and them tires are flat | |
There ain' t no question, that stunna is a mack | |
A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back | |
With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH | |
Chorus: Mannie Fresh repeat 2X | |
Every Place that I went to | |
About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you | |
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard | |
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird | |
Baby | |
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks | |
You see a nigga' s jewels, no name on the watch | |
Until a nigga die these cops gon watch | |
But I don' t give a f k nigga, the shit don' t stop | |
All I' m trying to do is stack a knot | |
Them aligator seats with them brand new drops | |
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot | |
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot | |
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch | |
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot | |
So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot | |
The same old nigga off them uptown blocks | |
I came around your corner and I shit your spot | |
It' s ? and I serve your block | |
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock | |
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch | |
Chorus 2X | |
Mannie Fresh | |
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn | |
I' m tired of having sex and I want to go home | |
But I cant leave yet cause they kissing each other | |
Plus I' m hot and I' m horny, I' m getting my rubbers | |
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich | |
Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch | |
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain' t your momma a teacher | |
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher | |
Now you' s a mixed up screwed down dike type chick | |
If you ain' t eating pussy then you sucking good dick | |
Now every place that I go to | |
About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you | |
And they all got that movie that you made with that man | |
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin | |
If you seeee, the movieeee triple x bitoch | |
Chorus 2X |
zuò qǔ : Thomas, Williams | |
Intro: Baby | |
Uh huh uh huh | |
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga f k | |
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby | |
Its my turn nigga, I' m under the burn biotch | |
If you ain' t getting money, you' s a crazy motherf ker got to be a crazy motherf ker | |
I ain' t getting money, I' m probably a crazy motherf ker lord help me | |
This is a biotch, biotch | |
Baby | |
Come on nigga | |
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks | |
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks | |
The new school bens with them bows to match | |
But its the Birdman daddy got them O' s of crack | |
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat | |
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats | |
Burberry timbs with the fence to match | |
And I' m so so fly, and mommy like that | |
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac | |
Ragtop bens with them ragtop lacs | |
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap | |
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap | |
Them 20" rims and them tires are flat | |
There ain' t no question, that stunna is a mack | |
A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back | |
With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH | |
Chorus: Mannie Fresh repeat 2X | |
Every Place that I went to | |
About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you | |
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard | |
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird | |
Baby | |
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks | |
You see a nigga' s jewels, no name on the watch | |
Until a nigga die these cops gon watch | |
But I don' t give a f k nigga, the shit don' t stop | |
All I' m trying to do is stack a knot | |
Them aligator seats with them brand new drops | |
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot | |
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot | |
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch | |
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot | |
So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot | |
The same old nigga off them uptown blocks | |
I came around your corner and I shit your spot | |
It' s ? and I serve your block | |
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock | |
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch | |
Chorus 2X | |
Mannie Fresh | |
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn | |
I' m tired of having sex and I want to go home | |
But I cant leave yet cause they kissing each other | |
Plus I' m hot and I' m horny, I' m getting my rubbers | |
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich | |
Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch | |
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain' t your momma a teacher | |
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher | |
Now you' s a mixed up screwed down dike type chick | |
If you ain' t eating pussy then you sucking good dick | |
Now every place that I go to | |
About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you | |
And they all got that movie that you made with that man | |
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin | |
If you seeee, the movieeee triple x bitoch | |
Chorus 2X |