Lil Birdie Lyrics – Kodak Black

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[Intro]
One monkey
Two monkey
I don’t know if they paying homage, either way I’m in their pocket
(??) my cousing, this my man’s baby cousin and they fu*king

[Verse]
Baby girl you cool, I like you, naw but you ain’t really hitting on nothing
Doing his time, here day for day, I ain’t really missing no nothing
I’ll rock it with you, but lately ain’t been getting that same vibe
Everytime I’m going through my pain you entertained by
You know whats been going on in my head, what I be tripping bout?

I wish I get the same love that I be dishing out
I wish my brother send my kite so I can fly us something
Deep down inside, I’m sad as fu*k, but I can’t cry for nothing
My heart be weak, my swear to god man ain’t no tears falling
They want that s*it, I’ll spin my back, they ain’t know was out there robbing
My lady be playing games, but I ain’t gon’ lose no sleep about it
So I’m just gon’ put that s*it on wack, ain’t gon’ greave about it
We’ll speak to (??) brother, with Versace lining
I’m giving you glincing of some weekend s*it, called “Project Living”
Any mention with my trap friends ain’t really different
With a Mac-10 from back then when I was in the trenches

A n!gga s*it on me one time tryina get even with you
Thought you were birding at my n!gga, I had to believe it in ya
Out here stepping bars self cause I don’t need a hitta
This s*it deeper than rap, they love be cause I’m a real n!gga
I’m the truth, ain’t gotta cap
Fu*k the inner (??) then they ain’t got no rap
All my jewelry one, I tote my pistol everywhere
So they don’t know that thuggin boy, ain’t you a millionare?

I’m a slang this cane and bust a brain and the crack hard
(??) boss, I put my private plane in your backyard
Heard from a eater you be tweeting like you some demon and I’m ain’t
Only reason reason I broke fifty if its some (??), all that

Stamped out fresh peppermint, my breath don’t stank
Get that money, boy I’m rushing; let her still move out your bae

And for the culture, I’m vegan, zooling it
I’m a muthafu*king vulture, yous as stupid jit

I’m finna be landing with those switches then I’m s*itting on your head
On on the curve, earlybird
Need to get this money first, you reach in the evening? Gun alert
Got two three days, like B2K, you pull up and you get served

Who I be killing? For the most part I be chilling, so now you know
Ain’t go no chicken, but you be tender bout these b!tches
How’d that go?
Boy I get messy, like I’m broke but got that dirt bank
If she got some sense she’ll let me hit it on the first day
You ain’t no killer b!tch ass n!gga, you the birthday
And for my birthday all I wanted was a perc cake
I’m robbing; real stole jit, use to steal clothes
I’m to outdated for birdbrained n!ggas and real hoes

[Outro]
Track, FN, Switch
They swear they game, but all them n!ggas f’n switch
You know what I mean? They be ready for these switches
You know what I mean? They finna be swimming with the fishes