Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flip A Bird, artist - Slaughterhouse. Album song welcome to: OUR HOUSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Flip A Bird |
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird |
In the kitchen |
Said I’m here for money making, I’ve lost about all my patience |
Beat almost all my cases, thought I’d covered up all my bases |
Bitches try to play you to some how, some way you figure it out |
You fuck with Jay-Z's bitch from back in the day |
You might end up with reasonable doubt |
You fuck with grimey bitches |
Standing over you taking pictures |
While you sleeping cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome |
That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch |
Quit rapping and just go get it cracking (in the kitchen) |
Bout' to push that white instead of that music |
Seems like simpler profit, cos nigga’s gossiping like they world-stars |
Empty your bicep, until I find you and empty your pockets |
If 5'9"stop rhyming, I’m driving on I-95 or I am (in the kitchen) |
I will cop a key and put it on the scale |
Can’t tell y’all, if I did drugs or if they did me |
Nah, we were just doing each other |
We were side by side like everyday |
Didn’t care if we ruined each other |
Back then it was so real, fully automatic it was overkill |
I was on weed, I was on dust, might have tried coke when I was on pills |
My pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasn’t on bills |
Whole family disappointed in me, can’t imagine how that made my mom feel |
Her one’s missing, guns hidden, sorry Momma, your son’s tripping |
Got baggies scattered (in the kitchen) |
Plus, you and Dad was' on the same road, y’all just left, made it right |
If I didn’t learn I’d do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnight |
Now I’m on this music shit, trying to get this paper right |
If not I’ll be back (in the kitchen) |
Let me get it now |
On Twitter, they murder my mentions |
Cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen |
Laying in a dirty ditch that bullshit is further than fiction |
Their personal mission’s worse than snitching |
To any person that listen, now I wanna' kill a hater |
A middle finger by the 'fridgerator, flip a bird in the kitchen |
Cuz DJ Vlad, he was glad, bullets went into me |
Just to get traffic for his site, should’ve did him like MMG |
But instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV |
And now I’m back (in the kitchen) but should I be |
Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse, is about to cop that Shady deal |
But I’m out here chasing that paper still |
Push Kush, Coke and crazy pills |
Me being shot online, didn’t stop my grind |
Nigga I don’t mind, and if I don’t rhyme (I'm in the kitchen) |
I will cop a ki' and put it on the scale |
Just when a nigga thought it couldn’t get worse |
The hurts reverse; |
scoop my cuz up after grandma left earth |
That recent shit, I was a young and bummy piece of shit, cursed |
No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse |
No father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolver |
With the serial carved up, Real showed me my first jump, I’m a barber |
Shaving the crack, after weighing the crack |
An then placing the crack in 12 12's |
I ain’t play with the crack, I was making up stacks |
All day I just sat (in the kitchen), bringing it back |
Now I’m tryna do my thing with this rap |
Hope this works, trying to flip words so my homies |
Ain’t gotta flip birds On the curb |
Then black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pittsburgh |
Lord I thank you, for making me able to find my way through |
If not I be back on my momma’s table (in the kitchen) |