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Bird Call
[Intro]Quack, quack[Verse 1]I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching WorldstarBenz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl carYou ain't a rapper if my homies never heard y'allI just spit a punchline, smile then they bird callHit your sister in the face with a Nerf BallI'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'allPunch a fan if you get a fucking word wrongI'm wavy, giving you some shit that you can surf onFinding me a bitch I can swerve onFrank Thomas homie, 'bout to put the hurt onYour bitch a night light in bed, she turned onRoll some weed, tell her burn one[Hook]Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn oneBurn one, burn one, burn one, burn one[Verse 2]Yea, I used to give a fuck about successNow I just want to see Mila Kunis undressHope she down for buttsex, it will be a cum festSorry that's some shit I had to confessCrazy-ass bitch doing 911 threatsCame in the game smoking Newport HundredsNow I'm at the top and the crown fit, gold on my outfitSurrounded by this pussy, I'mma drown in itGot that wet pack, bitch come and give me thatYou know we want to know where them titties atGot 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking withHave your little brother ask your moms where a pussy is?Corruption, stunting at the functionYour girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & OnionPay attention, you'll learn somethingRoll that weed up, burn one[Hook]
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