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tate kobang - bird flu (live freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1]
we selling scrambled c0ke and smack
arm and hammer with the packs
i let carlos hold the strap and he ain’t ever bring it back
i be flexing on these b-tches, you should do some jumping jacks
i put o’s inside them bowls and i ain’t talking michael jackson
talking [?] get the blocko
we done seen more birds than flacco
i got shooters b-tch, they shooting sh-t
they got more mac’s than apple
i’m too legit, i do this sh-t
on beats i’m like the eulogist
your b-tch she like to chew the d-ck
got more bites than computer chips
[?] we can shoot the sh-t but naughty on some shooting sh-t
i’ll never cuff a goofy b-tch, these hoes be on some groupie sh-t
she buss it for the camera phone, she say she down to shoot some sh-t
you talkin’ ‘bout a feature in the bando, we can do some sh-t
beat the p-ssy up, just to nut, then i lay be
shawty p-ssy deep, i swear to god, feel like amazing
whipping up the scrambled but this sh-t don’t got no egg in it
and i’m from the east, yeah them trenches, i was raised in it
choo, n-gga had to sneeze on ‘em
i’m bearing arms like i lifted up my sleeves on ‘em
for the bread, f-ck around and put some cheese on ‘em
them automatics get to spraying like febreeze on ‘em
just got off the phone with my lawyer
told him my n-ggas got stopped at the border
the po-po they thought it was gouya
but it was that michael, that danny latoya
bring ‘em to the trap, everybody ‘round me strapped
f-ck the neighbors, told that b-tch we sellin’ scrambled c0ke and smack
from the edge of hartford road, half a million units sold
shawty probably bugged my phone so know we speak in morse code
got a burner with the pole, clip as tall as muggsy bogues
i could crack your favorite mama but i don’t f-ck with ugly hoes
man my cousin losing weight, i swear he f-ckin’ with his nose
n-ggas talkin’ like lebron but play the bench like derrick rose
baltimore n-gga, where you at?
your man got popped, then shoot back
chain get took, y’all sue cats
want a [?] n-ggas don’t do that

[hook]
choo, i think i got the bird flu
i’m tired of selling packs, i think i need a bird or two
choo, i think i got the bird flu
drop another check, that b-tch is getting murked too
sellin scramble, c0ke and smack
sellin scramble, c0ke and smack
had to do it for the hood
you can smell it from the back
sellin scramble, c0ke and smack
sellin scramble, c0ke and smack
east side of baltimore
is where the f-ck we at
yeah yeah

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