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(M-M-M-Murda)I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurdI got them Percs, so many PercsSo many colors, they look like NerdsWhen it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerdI'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birdsI got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'I got 'em jumpin', I got a servantI got a butler, I got a workerI got a runner, she got a BirkinI got my gun in it in case you lurkin'First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she convertedI gave her too much of the yay, she got nervousI put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtingI put some beads on her waist and her girdleI put that ho in the air on commercialI sent her all the way down with them turkeysTiger Woods in the Sunday clothesI sell whole birds, I don't do wingsthis ain't Buffalo, bitchWhole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitchI'm the Eagle Street Russell CroweI'm too cold to be a hot boyAnd, I got birds flyin' south, boyYeah, I'm too brr to be a hot boyI got them birds by the flock, boy, yeahI'm too cold to be a hot boyI'm too brr to be a hot boyI make them birds sing like choir boyFree as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeahI got them birds, birds, I got them birdsword, I got them birdsI got them birds furs, get 'em and brr, I made 'em prr, prrAll these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serveYeah, I'm servin' them birdsAhead of the curb, yeah, I'm 'bout to swerve fastFlag red as a birdAll of these feathers, damnAll these treasures, remember to always measureAlways business, yeah, never pleasureRemember, always, neverWings stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeahalways flexin'Charge him extraI got Big Birds, you need Tweety, call SylvesterTiger Woods, I got birdies dawgIf it's a drought, it snap my fingerall the birds gone fallNo discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dawgNumber thirty-three, sell the jersey, bitchI'm too cold to be a hot boyGot them birds flyin' south, boyYeah, I'm too brr to be a hot boyGot them birds by the flock, boy, yeahI'm too cold to be a hot boyI'm too brr to be a hot boyI got more birds than you got clout, boyFree as a bird in the clouds, boyI got them birds, so many birds, it is absurdI got them Percs, so many PercsSo many colors, they look like NerdsWhen it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerdI'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birdsI got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'I got 'em jumpin', I got a servantI got a butler, I got a workerI got a runner, she got a BirkinI got my gun in it in case you lurkin'First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she convertedI gave her too much of the yay, she got nervousI put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtingI put some beads on her waist and her girdleI put that ho in the air on commercialI sent her all the way down with them turkeysIt's Tiger Woods
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