Birds
[Intro]
Oou ah, it's Duvy
(Oooo, J Mak)
[Chorus]
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Feelin' this way, put you in the past
Tallied up, yeah bro Bin Laden
Shooting to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my luck, flipped just like gymnastics
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Feelin' this way, put you in the past
Tallied up, yeah bro Bin Laden
Shooting to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my luck, flipped just like gymnastics
[Break]
Has it, dashin'
I do me, wear confidence
Seventeen, bandits
She eat me up, a hungry bitch
Clothesline seen her
You can't see the heater
Skrrt off fast, Beamer
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, stop tryna kill my high
Lil' Duvy a high roller
I could see the fake inside your mind even if I'm blind
And you know the police right behind us, scream "Free 9"
And shawty with me, hella thick, she fine, she by my side
Bro I had to trench this shit
She know how real it gets
But I can't trip, I got it by my side, that iron
Love or hate, boy, let's get down
All alone, boy, free 2 times
[Chorus]
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Feelin' this way, put you in the past
Tallied up, yeah bro Bin Laden
Shooting to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my luck, flipped just like gymnastics
[Break]
Has it, dashin'
I do me, wear confidence
Seventeen, bandits
She eat me up, a hungry bitch
Clothesline seen her
You can't see the heater
Skrrt off fast, Beamer
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[Verse 2]
Sleep, I seen too much
Niggas change, so what?
Youngins on a mission
Slide in fashion, they just want more guns
Stack funds, add up
Rack up, pack in
Can't have my trust behind my back 'cause too much niggas will slime me
I'm so fly oh, [?]
Fourteen [?]
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[Chorus]
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Feelin' this way, put you in the past
Tallied up, yeah bro Bin Laden
Shooting to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my luck, flipped just like gymnastics
[Break]
Has it, dashin'
I do me, wear confidence
Seventeen, bandits
She eat me up, a hungry bitch
Clothesline seen her
You can't see the heater
Skrrt off fast, Beamer
Posted in wife beater