Fredo Santana - Bird Talk lyrics

rate me

You got them birds for them low

For them low

Birds, birds, bird talk, bird talk

Bird talk, bird talk, bird talk

Bird talk, bird talk, brrr

Bird talk, bird talk, bird talk

Bird talk, bird talk, bird talk

Roll the wrist like this

Gotta bird talk, bird

Gotta bird talk, bird

You gotta bird talk, bird

You gotta bird talk

Expressive kicks like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

Dry whips like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gonna bitch like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

Bird talking with them pigeons

Make them bitches fly to ya

Looking like the police

Imma have to lie to ya

Wanna call me rope boy

You don’t wanna die, do ya?

And they killing

Everybody’s riding with ya

She no got no pistol

We solving all these issues

And he feel we play with missiles

And these niggers solve this tissue

You cyrus go have workers

Bad bitch the newer order

We kidnap your daughter

Got your case, I call my lawyer

Call up popping

Replace my fucking order

Everything is good and low

She get across the border

Border 44, throwing hem ass for the court

Quarter 40 for a hoe, and them ass fort a quarter

Last week I’m in a club in Minnesota

All white four whips, same color code

All white four whips, same color coca

I know this very thing

She’s the very mass murder

Roll the wrist like this

Gotta bird talk, bird

Gotta bird talk, bird

You gotta bird talk, bird

You gotta bird talk

Expressive kicks like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

Dry whips like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gonna bitch like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

It’s Fredo September

Mr... in the kitchen

I got what you want

Astro chicken with them biscuits

Just call my phone

Man you know that I deliver

I work big shit

If it wasn’t for my whippet

Bitches see me getting money and they wanna kick it

My name is very calm and I think it froze...

A nigger try me?

Then he must have fucking lost it

I got goons, I got goons

Better push you in the conference

Bad...then I put it in the soda

Bad couple kids then I need some baking soda

I got toasters, I got shooters

Better put you on a poster

My girl in my hand man all you’s a coaster

One time doing his side of Toyota

Scoring when I’m shooting

Just like I’m supposed to

Side squad, man these pussies can’t control

Savage squad, man your bitch wanna know

Roll the wrist like this

Gotta bird talk, bird

Gotta bird talk, bird

You gotta bird talk, bird

You gotta bird talk

Expressive kicks like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

Dry whips like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gonna bitch like this

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk

You gotta bird talk