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