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g perico & dave east - half a bird lyrics

half a bird lyrics
[intro: g perico]
(low the great)
(is that trey?)
uh, yeah
i took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird
wait, wait, look, look, look

[verse 1: g perico]
i took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird
at the deaf man house on 103rd
yeah, uh, ghetto n+gga with ambition
all i cared about was hustlin’, all i cared about was crippin’
eastside of the hundreds
the opps come writin’ on the walls and we go back bustin’
bruce wayne aka [?][0:30]
n+ggas dissin’ on the net, what is you on?
i call a spade a spade and a fade is a fade
a good look and real business is two different things
i be in meetings that n+ggas scared to talk in or even walk in
they said i wouldn’t get the budget, but i got it
i’m recouping like crazy
big royalty checks attached to my statements
[interlude: g perico]
man, we making movies around this motherf+cker, you know what i’m sayin’?
comin’ up from nothing, straight up out the ghetto
having nothing, next day having a million dollars cash, what you know about that?
only the real ones know, it’s only a handful of us, you know what i’m sayin’?
pocket full of blue strips
blue rag hanging out the left pocket
i know my n+gga from harlem can relate

[verse 2: dave east]
thirty [?][1:17] around my neck, it wasn’t hard to tell (at all)
one of my closest caught a body, was never offered bail (never)
i told his lawyer, “try and appeal,” ain’t tryna work a deal (never)
we never squealed, so let down no matter how you feel
busting knuckles, couple fades just from association
overanxious on the clock like a ho in vegas
i chose greatness, so impatient for them blue strips
me and a few crips
no, if you broke, we ain’t got no relations (rollin’)
i watched unc’ smoke a dime out a soda can
i used to sip purple and yellow, i’m still a kobe fan
p+ssy slowed down outside, that sh+t on onlyfans
gotta go get it right now, might be your only chance
half an ounce to a half a bird (bird)
star on the track, captain kirk, i just had it worse (worse)
i know this b+tch thinking birkin if i go grab a purse (nuh+uh)
drop my new sh+t, pick up a hundred racks on merch (a hundred racks)
perico, you know the root of evil ben franklin (hundreds)
ulysses grant, andrew jackson got us impatient
dead presidents make a n+gga larenz tate it
with white paint on our faces, you see a brink’s shaking
[outro: g perico]
shoutout my n+gga shady boy from harlem
shoutout my n+gga [?][2:15] from broadway
[?], broadway
[?]
you know what i’m sayin’?
shoutout my n+gga c+loc from harlem
you know what i mean?
shoutout my n+gga tg from harlem
la [?] from the way
you know what i mean?
fathead, drew
shoutout my n+gga dave east
n+gga, harlem to la, we gettin’ it, man
million dollar sh+t, baby

- g perico dave east lyrics

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