Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bird Call, artist - Aj Tracey. Album song Secure The Bag!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AJ Tracey
Song language: English
Bird Call |
| I’ve got sons, I’ve got clones |
| I’ve got birds on my phones |
| I’ve got birds on my Gucci |
| Got rackades on my stones |
| She don’t know me, she knew me |
| I ain’t wifing no Suzie |
| I ain’t wifing no hoes |
| I keep it G to my bones |
| I’ve got sons, I’ve got clones |
| I’ve got birds on my phones |
| I’ve got birds on my Gucci |
| Got rackades on my stones |
| She don’t know me, she knew me |
| I ain’t wifing no Suzie |
| I ain’t wifing no hoes |
| I keep it G to my bones |
| People listen when I speak |
| Wear my glisten on the street |
| Dripping water, man ah leak, tweak |
| Always drunk, I never geek |
| Hella girls all wanna meet, greet |
| Say they love me in a tweet |
| Tryna text me, that’s a myth |
| Mythological, Greek |
| Notting Hill and Ladbroke Grove |
| Due to move up to a creek |
| Mini Uzi looking peak |
| Couple issues for a neek |
| All these paigons tryna creep |
| Faded every single week |
| Mummy called me, saying «cut it out» |
| I said «it really isn’t deep» |
| Never cheated, man, I kept it thug |
| Reddest bottoms like I stepped in blood |
| Rappers lying on their smoke |
| Lying on it like they slept in drugs |
| You tried to remix my classic |
| I heard your riddim and your version sucks |
| I need marble in my kitchen |
| Alexander silk and Persian rugs |
| I’ve got sons, I’ve got clones |
| I’ve got birds on my phones |
| I’ve got birds on my Gucci |
| Got rackades on my stones |
| She don’t know me, she knew me |
| I ain’t wifing no Suzie |
| I ain’t wifing no hoes |
| I keep it G to my bones |
| I’ve got sons, I’ve got clones |
| I’ve got birds on my phones |
| I’ve got birds on my Gucci |
| Got rackades on my stones |
| She don’t know me, she knew me |
| I ain’t wifing no Suzie |
| I ain’t wifing no hoes |
| I keep it G to my bones |
| New number |
| Girl’s tryna sleep in my jumper |
| Treat the new whip like a bumper |
| Call of Duty, man ah come like a thumper |
| All of my bitches are boujee |
| All of my niggas are boujee |
| Drop a rackade on the ruley |
| Don’t spill the drink on my ksubi’s |
| Designer on me, I’m mismatched |
| She gives brain, I can’t kiss that |
| Bro’s machine got no kick back |
| We have birds and we whip that |
| My lightskin jawn too wavy |
| Peng like KFC gravy |
| But she can’t call me a baby |
| Does she chat to rappers man? |
| Maybe |
| Bro, she a bird |
| That’s what I heard |
| But you wanna wife her and take her to yours |
| That shit is absurd |
| I glide on the curb |
| My bars are my word |
| Sneak-dissing rappers, try send for the Trace |
| But they’re all in the dirt |
| I’ve got sons, I’ve got clones |
| I’ve got birds on my phones |
| I’ve got birds on my Gucci |
| Got rackades on my stones |
| She don’t know me, she knew me |
| I ain’t wifing no Suzie |
| I ain’t wifing no hoes |
| I keep it G to my bones |
| I’ve got sons, I’ve got clones |
| I’ve got birds on my phones |
| I’ve got birds on my Gucci |
| Got rackades on my stones |
| She don’t know me, she knew me |
| I ain’t wifing no Suzie |
| I ain’t wifing no hoes |
| I keep it G to my bones |