Cire Claybourne - BIRDMAN FREESTYLE

Money dance, in the club with my hands up
Got your bitxh in the pub, pull her pants up (bitxh)
Got your bitxh in the club, with her hands up (woo)
Got your bitxh in the club, with her legs up
Fuxked up, put her face on my left nut
Shut up (ew), make your bitxh wanna suxk- (my dick)
Fuxk up, make your bitxh wanna throw butt
Bust nuts on your bitxh, long story but
Fuxking on that ho in the VIP section
I put P in V section, she want E on erection, uh
Calling up my phone but I told her she can text it, uh
Business with my bros, get that money then I, then I
Send a text to your mother like "I wanna fuxk" (I'm tryna fuxk)
She a milf and she bouta lemme buss her up
Buss her up, uhh uhh, buss her up uh
Buss her up, uhh uhh, buss her up uh
Flying out to Mexico (woo), see my side bitxh (woo)
Seen the telly and her peti (woo) and I glide in (woo)
In the telly in her belly (woo), like a side dish (woo)
Got the celly hit the (woo) uh and the uh uh uh (woo)
Pelle Pelle on my jacket (woo), this a fly stitch (woo)
I got leather on my leather (woo), I'm a fly man (woo)
I'm too fly when I- (woo, fly) when I fly in (woo)
To an island (woo), I might dine in (woo)
And this island (woo), I own the island (woo)
And it's I am (woo), I am the only man (woo), on the island (woo)
Got the boat in my name (woo) so I'm smiling (woo), yea I'm wilding (woo)
White bitxh, ass fat (woo), Billie Eilish (woo), your fit still ass (woo), not stylish
Nah, for real though
Like, that shit trash
Get a stylist
No, like deadass…no
Birdman, in the club throwing bands up
Got your bitxh, in the club doing stand up
Told that bitxh, put that face down ass up
Told that bitxh, put my shades down act up
Birdman, in the club throwing bands up
Birdman, in the club pull her pants up
Birdman, told her face down ass up
Birdman
These hoes crazy than a motherfuxker
She's a suxker think she wanna be a future mother
Told my brother and he said that "you're a strong brother"
Like no other, she was fuxking like I made her supper
And I can barely cook, that should tell you how it is
That's just off the looks, money dance on a bitxh
Like I give a fuxk, not two not for you
I'm just tryna fuxk, wussup

Written by:
ERIC NANCE

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