Birds by Jay Brizz Lyrics
I'm from a town where fiends are disguised cops. So I serve and go. No lines up in my spot. Shits hot. Jakes kickin doors on my block. Incase they hit my stop I gotta hide my rock. Cause I ain't gettin knocked I'm runnin if I hear stop. Cause what I got on me could have me spend alotta years locked
Just stop. You had it on you and you ain't pop. And I could tell from YouTube that you ain't hot. I could tell you ain't biggie and you ain't pac. Alotta niggas flexxin bout shit they ain't got. My nigga in the pen cause a snitch stated that he seen em send shots. Now bro ina box. Before I used to think sellin was a smooth thing. Till niggas started tellin like the shit a new trend. People come and go. Hadda cut off a few friends. Cause they did me the type of wrongs I would never do them
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I need a hand gun sumn like a semi man. I got a couple niggas that's hoppin out the mini van. They got weed. Work. And plenty Zanz. For the low too. You could even come and get a gram. Listen man. Niggas out here snitchen man. So I changed my old ways and came up w/ a different plan. Take the pack and start servin in a different land. Different city. Different streets. Different fiends. Different bands. And this sour got me feeling like a different man. Sent that bitch off then she ent up w/ a different man. Got me sippin henn thinkin bout the bitch again. Like I should call that hoe up and let her suck my dick again. It's Jay Brizz I was raised as a north nigga. But to tell the truth I was born down in Florida nigga. If you on that coke wave then just call a nigga. Cause you know a nigga got dem birds like a Georgia nigga
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Just stop. You had it on you and you ain't pop. And I could tell from YouTube that you ain't hot. I could tell you ain't biggie and you ain't pac. Alotta niggas flexxin bout shit they ain't got. My nigga in the pen cause a snitch stated that he seen em send shots. Now bro ina box. Before I used to think sellin was a smooth thing. Till niggas started tellin like the shit a new trend. People come and go. Hadda cut off a few friends. Cause they did me the type of wrongs I would never do them
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I need a hand gun sumn like a semi man. I got a couple niggas that's hoppin out the mini van. They got weed. Work. And plenty Zanz. For the low too. You could even come and get a gram. Listen man. Niggas out here snitchen man. So I changed my old ways and came up w/ a different plan. Take the pack and start servin in a different land. Different city. Different streets. Different fiends. Different bands. And this sour got me feeling like a different man. Sent that bitch off then she ent up w/ a different man. Got me sippin henn thinkin bout the bitch again. Like I should call that hoe up and let her suck my dick again. It's Jay Brizz I was raised as a north nigga. But to tell the truth I was born down in Florida nigga. If you on that coke wave then just call a nigga. Cause you know a nigga got dem birds like a Georgia nigga
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