Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ms. Bird, artist - BabyDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ms. Bird |
| Uh huh uh huh |
| Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga fuck |
| Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby |
| Its my turn nigga, I’m under the burn biotch |
| If you ain’t getting money, you’s a crazy motherfucker (got to be a crazy |
| motherfucker) |
| I ain’t getting money, I’m probably a crazy motherfucker (lord help me) |
| This is a biotch, biotch |
| Come on nigga |
| Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks |
| Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks |
| The new school bens with them bows to match |
| But its the Birdman daddy got them O’s of crack |
| A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat |
| Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats |
| Burberry timbs with the fence to match |
| And I’m so so fly, and mommy like that |
| Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac |
| Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs |
| Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap |
| We live for money, hoes cooking that crap |
| Them 20″ rims and them tires are flat |
| There ain’t no question, that stunna is a mack |
| A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back |
| With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH |
| Every Place that I went to |
| About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you |
| A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard |
| They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird |
| You know I got that Crystal on the rocks |
| You see a nigga’s jewels, no name on the watch |
| Until a nigga die these cops gon watch |
| But I don’t give a fuck nigga, the shit don’t stop |
| All I’m trying to do is stack a knot |
| Them aligator seats with them brand new drops |
| Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot |
| Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot |
| Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch |
| Real hot girls gonna jock a spot |
| So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot |
| The same old nigga off them up-town blocks |
| I came around your corner and I shit your spot |
| It’s (?) and I serve your block |
| A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock |
| A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch |
| Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn |
| I’m tired of having sex and I want to go home |
| But I can’t leave yet cause they kissing each other |
| Plus I’m hot and I’m horny, I’m getting my rubbers |
| What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich |
| Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch |
| God damn Ms. Kiesha ain’t your momma a teacher |
| Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher |
| Now you’s a mixed up screwed down dike type chick |
| If you ain’t eating pussy then you sucking good dick |
| Now every place that I go to |
| About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you |
| And they all got that movie that you made with that man |
| Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin |
| If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch) |