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bird flu (remix) - lor scoota lyrics

[hook: lor scoota]
achoo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
choo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
keep them junkies coming back

[verse 1: lor scoota]
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
the dope so good, i let the junky hit it once he d*mn near had a heart attack
if you cop from me i guarantee you coming right back
we got that real morphine, you n*ggas using percocet
i’m in the trap counting stacks
on point like a tat
selling dope out the house
blowing smoke out my mouth
got the ratchet on deck
the forty right under the couch
these n*ggas say they selling drugs but they just like to run they mouth
he ain’t ever sold a drug and he ain’t ever caught a charge
all that faking that he doing, they need to charge his ass with fraud
talking about you seen fifty grams n*gga yeah ight
only thing you sold was nickel bags of reggie for your aunt
i don’t even like to brag, but sometimes i flaunt
hit the kitty grab 500 just to stunt
i’ma spend at least 40 50 thousand on blunts
i ain’t stingy, drug money, it’s gon’ buy you what you want
[hook: lor scoota]
choo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
choo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
keep them junkies coming back

[verse 2: shy glizzy]
woke up opened my safe, then i put the bands in it
bagged up some scramble and my b*tch fixed me some eggs
my shoes cost’d 2000 and the bottom of em’ red
i take em out the box and put the dope money in there
look at my chain boy i know you upset
scoota whassup boy you know you up next
i be on the (?) pull up on my set
my young n*ggas out here be makin a mess
young jefe be somewhere sippin dog pee
scared to approach cause they know i keep it on me
i had this one b*tch used to look too like ashanti
she took a (?) now she f*cked up they call her auntie
weed, coke and mollies i got all three
junkies in the line lookin like zombies
[hook: lor scoota]
choo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
choo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
keep them junkies coming back

[verse 3: lor scoota]
i got the raw, real raw, i give it to em’ raw
raw, in them twenty twenty bags, coke inside the jar
let the fiend taste the coke, he said he couldn’t feel his jaw
i called the plug and told him thumbs up, good job!
right back on the block i’m selling drugs like it’s a job
junkies walking around the block, i got them lined up on the wall
them dope crowds look like after school at mondawmin mall
i got a hundred pills on me, on my way to hit this mark
i’m gon’ keep on selling drugs, f*ck a distribution law
i’m plugged in with all the plugs, they know i’m a trap star
make something out of nothing, turn an ounce into a car
and if you f*cking with that money i’ma have to take you on
[hook: lor scoota]
choo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
choo! i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs i think i need a bird or two
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
we selling scramble, coke, and smack
keep them junkies coming back

- lor scoota lyrics

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