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bird flu - ot the real lyrics

[intro]
chops, scrilla
we back

[verse]
whole brick of cocaine was the first goal (first goal)
wrist whippin’, so mean, make it whirlpool
parole agents came hatin’, they gave us curfews
if being scared’s why you ain’t make it, you ain’t deserve to
bro made fake yolk, his folks askin’, “why’s the work blue?” (why’s the work blue?)
i served two dots then he bought a half a bird through
that half a bird flew quicker than the bird flu
crack smoke stank the whole house up like burnt food
i’ma give this work to who get the work to who serve you (serve you)
yeah, respect the chain of command
i couldn’t dap my cuddy up, but, i’m sure they understand (they understand)
they see me stampin’ on these chunks of cocaine in my hands
i was sixteen, breakin’ eight*b*lls into grams (grams)
like wham!, your uncles didn’t like me
they like, “that’s the motherf*cker selling eight*b*lls to grams”
i ran to philly, man, i’ll k!ll some sh*t and saquon again (go), d*mn
whole fam sit, prayin’ in their church clothes (look at ’em)

[outro]
haha

- ot the real lyrics

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