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lotus, ugg'a & jg - birds out of la lyrics

[intro: rich the kid]
oh, you dig? you know what i’m sayin’?
rich forever way, you know what i’m sayin’?
the only way, money way, hol’ up
no gen

[verse 1: jg]
i’m a high road, b+tches love flexin’ the eye roll
you might roll up in sh+t, i don’t
i do this sh+t with my eyes closed, i’m off the hennessy, i know
i got some enemies lurkin’, i got my energy perfect
try me, you finna’ get served, sh+t, ight though
i talked to god, he said, “work, [?] get is deserved,” i know
i’m tryna’ cash in the check, i get like six zeroes of a eyе roll
i met a bird out in la, i made the b+tch hit a high notе
she tryna’ sing to me prolly, told her i can’t be the guy, no
one, i’m not the one, tell ’em i do it, this summer i got it done
you sounding dumber than donald trump, i’ma do numbers like donald trump
i took a trip out to la, hop out the whip with the balmains
i got a feeling it’s all changed, i got it’s all changed

[pre+chorus: jg]
look, i’m chasing thous, yeah, yeah, i’m tryna’ count sh+t
they talkin’ down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown sh+t
hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count sh+t
f+ck if you doubt sh+t, you not about sh+t
[chorus: jg & rich the kid]
these birds out in la always tryna’ creep
gotta talk to god right before i fall asleep (yeah, what?)
look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
all the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (yeah)

[verse 2: rich the kid]
yeah, i put that sh+t on a chain, i put that sh+t on my rang (what?)
i just might pull out the range
i f+ck that b+tch in some balmain (woah)
iced out the rollie, no plain jane (rollie)
i f+ck your b+tch, give her back (b+tch)
ridin’ around with that strap (yeah)
i made a mill’ outta trap, i got the birds in a cadillac (milli’)
birds singin’ like mariah (brrt)
say you down and you a lia’ (brrt)
rich forever and we on fire (rich)
walk around pockets too swolled up (rich)

[pre+chorus: jg & rich the kid]
look, i’m chasing thous, yeah, yeah, i’m tryna’ count sh+t
they talkin’ down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown sh+t (whip)
hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count sh+t
f+ck if you doubt sh+t, you not about sh+t (what?)

[chorus: jg & rich the kid]
these birds out in la always tryna’ creep (what?)
gotta talk to god right before i fall asleep (yeah, yeah)
look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze (woah)
all the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (rollie)
[verse 3: jg]
since day one, started out i was a hungry man
momma never had the money man, she was whippin’ that toyota can
now i get it all in advance, so i need to show money in my hand
i need to blow money, just to show honey i ain’t nothin’ like another man
cookin’ up, it’s hot as oven man, with my pen in right, your b+tch in other hand
keep my tennis tight, you know i run it man
break the pocket, b+tch i’m [?]
stop it b+tch, why you frontin’ man?
‘fore i rock ya block i’m off of plenty vodka
bumpin’ silkk the shocker while you milly rockin’
b+tch, i’m really rockin’, on the brother’s band

[pre+chorus: jg & rich the kid]
look, i’m chasing thous, yeah, yeah, i’m tryna’ count sh+t
they talkin’ down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown sh+t
hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count sh+t
f+ck if you doubt sh+t, you not about sh+t (what?)

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