Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bird Call, artist - DeJ Loaf. Album song Sell Sole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.12.2014
Record label: World
Song language: English
Bird Call |
| Aye, that’s that bird call |
| All these haters got my nerves bad |
| Writing rhymes in my word pad, feeling like I can’t be touched |
| Drinking VOSS as a chaser |
| I got to get this paper for my unborn creations |
| Promise we gon' live it up, we ain’t worried about haters |
| I promise they gon' give it up, and if not we gon' take it |
| I got a temper this short and I barely got patience |
| He got a dick this long, I think he from Jamaica |
| These niggas talking like they killers, I just call them pretenders |
| I’m getting money with my niggas, I don’t want y’all around me |
| Ain’t drop an album in two years these dummies thinking I lost it |
| They done buried me alive, i’m bout' to climb out this coffin |
| Let me find out that you hating, Imma fucking assault you |
| Put a hammer to your head, got some shit that would shock you |
| Put the plug in your ass, that’s them battery chargers |
| Heard your plug had a shortage, need a battery charged |
| I’m looking in the sky like damn they can’t handle your daughter |
| Fuck they mean I’m trying to pull up in that Phantom or something |
| Dirty Sprite, Cream Soda, dirty Fanta or something |
| I couldn’t work no 9 to 5, I wasn’t good taking orders |
| But I promise with this music I be feeling immortal |
| I swear she would have been a beast, R.I.P. |
| cousin Portia |
| And just for you I’m a cop me like two of them Porshes |
| I was down on my luck I had to use all my sources |
| No magazine spreads, couple funeral service |
| Time to clean the hood up, that community service |
| We ain’t tipping no dancers, y’all bitches be worthless |
| Might pull up to the club in like two of them suburbans |
| I touch souls nigga, from the hood to the burbs' |
| Bitches steady sending shots, they confusing their words |
| I’m a dog with this shit, I pooper scooper these turds |
| Diamonds dancing like Omarion in You Got Served |
| Tell that lame she don’t want it, I been getting money |
| Stop flashing that little jewelery cause my little homies on it |
| They’ll snatch it right up off your neck |
| Flaunt your shit then sell it back |
| Nikki said «Stop holding back», they sleeping on me, taking naps |
| It’s time to wake these pussies up, big dog to these cats |
| All I know is keep it real, all I know is stating facts |
| All I know when I get home, ain’t gonna' do no turning back |
| All y’all know is turning up |
| , don’t know how to get a check |
| I know it’s my time now, I don’t think they get it yet |
| Open up your lid and put a symbol on your fitted cap |
| Think about it, let it sit |
| Yeah bitch, remember that? |
| He think that we going far, he should have used this thinking cap |
| Old flames calling me, they trying to rekindle that |
| But they know i’m about my money, they know i’m not into that |
| Sneak dissing twitter shit, I ain’t with the internet |
| Log off and get smacked, I ain’t with the chitter chat |
| Million dollar baby, i’m so million dollar wavy |
| I can’t wait to make a million goin' million dollar crazy |
| Millionaire in the making, Benjamins and them Franklins |
| I’m running right next to greatness |
| , yeah bitch that’s adjacent |
| Niggas be talking crazy, but they hustle so lazy |
| I’m out here grinding for a life that could never be basic |
| Leave you in the street, they gon' yellow that taper |
| I’m like free my little brother, |
| fuck the law trying to take us |