| Aiyyo the birds and the bees
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| And all the beautiful things
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| Ay, Superbowl rings
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| Aiyyo you stupid though, sing
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| It’s like birds to bees
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| And all them beautiful things
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| Aiyyo Superbowl rings
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| Ha ha, niggas stupid though, g’yeah
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| Yo, aiyyo, birds to bees
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| Usage of words beez absurd to me
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| New meaning of flippin birds to me
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| Had the homey hittin curbs with me
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| They heard of merkin you with burgundy
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| Used to circle streets
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| Properly pixie kush, seats luxury
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| Had the pockets on Urkel tight
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| With a light ultra flair
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| Have them niggas even heard of flair
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| Young peers never heard of stripes
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| Rockin moon metals ultra bright
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| We at the light posted
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| They end up flippin like, but I’m holdin them
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| On the phone with the flip, I’m tryin to flip my mornin
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| Yo, aiyyo birds to bees
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| Yo, and all the beautiful things
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| Aiyyo Superbowl rings
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| Yeah, you niggas stupid though, sing
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| Aiyyo, aiyyo the birds and the bees
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| Yo yo, and all them beautiful things
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| But yo, it’s like a Superbowl ring
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| Ha ha! |
| You niggas stupid though, sing |