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j r writer – bird call lyrics

[cam’ron] (spoken)
yo j.r?, they’ve been waitin’ for you dog. they’ve been asking.
you ready? dipset, lets go! writer

[jr writer] (chorus)
to all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
whats the word y’all, flip that herb raw
clap… thats the bird-call

if the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin
quick and drop that onion, ain’t no stoppin youngin
put away that herb raw, let us know the word wh-r-
clap… thats the bird-call

[jr writer]
i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
but its me in my v6, trying to skeet on her bead lips
they dont know, like im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, p-ssin me dome
next minute, sh-t im finished, she’ll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, faster than marion jones
man listen, i still got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the d-mn kitchen
gained a couple fans having made the transition
but im still in the hood like a transmission
no cat can match me, i’m p-ssin fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scr-pping, thinkin its just laffy taffy
sh-t this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

(chorus)

[lil’ wayne]
spokenyeah, i’m ready now)
birdman jr. and j.r pigeons know who they are
n-gg-s gotta pay off
snitches know to see yall
if chickens on the radar, i

- j r writer lyrics

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