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lil ace 2gb – birdboy (remix) lyrics

[intro]
aye, huh, yea
yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
aye shoutout nle choppa man, that’s my favorite rapper
wish him nothing but the best

[verse 1]
n+gga know i’m up now, you don’t gotta tell me
already took your b+tch, yea she must’ve felt me
i’ll k!ll a n+gga, might as well call me melly
shoot a n+gga in the head, knock out his spaghetti
wasn’t expecting me to come up, well n+gga is you ready?
when you shoot the burner, make sure you hold it steady
p+ssy bullets in the gun, might as well call em’ kelly
i’ll take a n+gga children, ian no cosby
me and my n+ggas, n+gga, k!lling is a hobby
i wish a n+gga dare, dare a n+gga, try to rob me
beat a n+gga ass, yea n+gga is you sorry?
yo b+tch ridin’ d+ck like a bike, call her harley
bald n+gga with a mustache, call me steve harvey
shoutout to my mama, never went to bed starving
2global the only n+ggas that i know really ridin’
we the gang never split up, no subtracting, no dividing
once we find yo ass no runnin’ , no hiding
prepare to tell the truth, cus’ n+ggas love lying
say goodbye to yo mama, cause n+ggas love dyin’
we the gang, when n+ggas see us, start crying
everyone said give up, like n+gga stop tryin’
in the rap sh+t i know, i’m better than everybody
put him on a t+shirt, make a n+gga scream
i’ll assassinate a n+gga, beat him up just like creed
won’t sign a deal, no i won’t take a plea
when i see a n+gga, know i’ll make the n+gga bleed
feeling like stevie, cause i really can’t see
prayin’ to the lord i make it, like please
can’t die right now, so close to the top
wipe a n+gga off, yea i might need a mop
got yo b+tch in the back, yea she givin’ me slop
ran a train with the gang, like “welcome to fame”
wait, what the f+ck?
b+tch stop calling my phone
you know how i’m rolling, you know what i’m on
i’m tryna’ make music, like leave me alone
4, 5 different b+tches, we calling em’ clones
feel just like a shotta, i got every flow
i hate all you n+ggas, you n+ggas some hoes
i ain’t nle, but i keep me a choppa
you know i run, with the toppest of shottas
i love all my guns, yea pull out the typa
me and the gang, yea we really disciples
.223, .556, go in the rifle, yea
i’m done, wait, hol’ up, wait
nah, for real, hol’ up, yea
all you n+ggas, really thought i was done
don’t you go yet, turn the beat right back on
i got all the sauce, yea i’m dripped in vlone
this the end of the song, yea really i’m gone, yea
ha, ha, ha, yea, yea, yea, yea

- lil ace 2gb lyrics

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