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lil birdie - wah gwann lyrics

[intro]
ahhhhh, n+gga, p+ssy yeah
you know what the f+ck goin’ n+gga
birdie boy in this b+tch, p+ssy
yeah i’m poppin’ and sh+t
you know what the f+ck goin’
(rock this sh+t the f+ck out harry)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
hop out, walk down, i got two glocks on me creep up
oh, he come out the back then we gunnin’ him down
we keep sendin’ em a round we done made him asleep
yeah, all of that sh+t talkin’ got him chalked out
get on his ass run him down need a breather
p+ssy boy dead as h+ll, can’t talk now
[?] with lil birdie keep shootin’ the reason
double d switch on my hip when i walk ’round
[?] got 2 glocks like i’m bangin for peter
birdie outside don’t get caught on the wrong side
went to school, wanna kiss on my teachеr

had to be there to see it, walkеd down and gave that boy so many face shots you wouldn’t believe it
yeah i got them young n+ggas turned up to k!ll sumn’, sunday school yeah we gon’ spin on the preacher
f+ck it we turn up, opp n+gga play in the club and i bet his ass will get burned up
saucin’ the opps i be workin’ my mood
the hoe dropped the dot, so he will get wet up
[?] i’m a fool with the tool
foot on the p+ssy boy neck i won’t let up
wah gwan be a rude dude
you gon’ make me pop out the cut wit’ berettas
perky boy know i’m turned up off a 10
young n+gga posted on the block with them sticks out
birdie boy on that f+ck sh+t once again
late night i’m in the box tryn’ spin sum’
how many bodies you up, like 10
stranded, know the f+ck boy ain’t get nun’
two cars deep, bust the opps in
homicide, know i hop out tryna switch sum’
pl+plugged up, now i’m locked in
[?] back out, so my young n+gga zip sum’
worker boy, better go and clock in
[?] the glock only time that i lift sum’
how you gon’ do it? p+ssy boy i’m ’bout that murder for real, they know i’m spinnin
right now they pursuing, i caught an opp on feet, when i upped this b+tch he got to dippin’
hollow tip in my glocky, p+ssy we up on the score, why you bucking you must ain’t get it
fishbowl solid, walk that boy down put my mask on, they wanting to know who did it

[chorus]
yeah, hop out, walk down, i got two glocks on me creep up
oh, he come out the back then we gunnin’ him down
we keep sendin’ em a round we done made him asleep
yeah, all of that sh+t talkin’ got him chalked out
get on his ass run him down need a breather
p+ssy boy dead as h+ll, can’t talk now
[?] with lil birdie keep shootin’ the reason
double d switch on my hip when i walk ’round
[?] got 2 glocks like i’m bangin for peter
birdie outside don’t get caught on the wrong side
went to school, wanna kiss on my teacher

- lil birdie lyrics

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