Birdiebands I make them fly
Camera rolling I guess it's time
Roll out with a bag of blues
You ask yourself you got no clue
I didn't either but I'm on the top
Pop a Xan' cuz I'm going far
You f*ck with me you wanna pass
Sorry hoe you could be my first but not my last
Pop a bottle rev the throttle
At the club smoking gelato
Another city another tape
Give me juice and then I rage
Love the scene she love my cream
Too rough I make her bleed
Pop the cherry it's a memory
Aiming for the whip that's a Bentley
I'm so excited tonight
Got money to spend don't waste my time
Raised by 3 woman and I treat them right
I took what's your and I made it mine
Look at me now and now look at you
So broke and nothing to do
I'm in the city I'm living life
Always at the right place and the right time
Tigers stripes is what I like
If I hit it twice I don't commit no crime
Count the hunnids she want my money
Too much drip like I'm McLovin
Claiming I'm their father all of a sudden
Too young I don't want nothing
Just the fame and all the money
Boy quit playing and give me something
VVS diamonds dance around my neck
Gotta ball when I get them checks
I don't love you cuz I'm a goon
Switch up my style I switch up my mood
I get the bag and I spend it at Cle
Call me a rockstar cuz I'm getting paid
You got no shooters so stop with the fronting
So fabricated you ain't earn a hunnid
Don't trust the words that are said in the streets
I'm in a fast pace I don't go no peace
She wanna love me and soon take my keys
Had to fight that bitch like WWE
Rolling rolling going going
I'm too saucy I'm just glowing
She say her pussy so fine
She out here moving in style
Pussy so good she got me hella whipped
Called her an ass Uber (yeah) once I got to dip
Your way too much for me I'm really sorry
Raincheck that bitch and never sent her nothing
Birdiebands I make them fly
Camera rolling I guess it's time
Roll out with a bag of blues
You ask yourself you got no clue
I didn't either but I'm on the top
Pop a xan cuz I'm going far
You f*ck with me you wanna pass
Sorry hoe you could be my first but not my last
Pop a bottle rev the throttle
At the club smoking gelato
Another city another tape
Give me juice and then I rage
Love the scene she love my cream
Too rough I make her bleed
Pop the cherry it's a memory
Aiming for the whip that's a Bentley
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Jayvii Malo - BirdieBandz Lyrics
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Birdiebands I make them fly
Camera rolling I guess it's time
Roll out with a bag of blues
You ask yourself you got no clue
I didn't either but I'm on the top
Pop a Xan' cuz I'm going far
You f*ck with me you wanna pass
Sorry hoe you could be my first but not my last
Pop a bottle rev the throttle
At the club smoking gelato
Another city another tape
Give me juice and then I rage
Love the scene she love my cream
Too rough I make her bleed
Pop the cherry it's a memory
Aiming for the whip that's a Bentley
I'm so excited tonight
Got money to spend don't waste my time
Raised by 3 woman and I treat them right
I took what's your and I made it mine
Look at me now and now look at you
So broke and nothing to do
I'm in the city I'm living life
Always at the right place and the right time
Tigers stripes is what I like
If I hit it twice I don't commit no crime
Count the hunnids she want my money
Too much drip like I'm McLovin
Claiming I'm their father all of a sudden
Too young I don't want nothing
Just the fame and all the money
Boy quit playing and give me something
VVS diamonds dance around my neck
Gotta ball when I get them checks
I don't love you cuz I'm a goon
Switch up my style I switch up my mood
I get the bag and I spend it at Cle
Call me a rockstar cuz I'm getting paid
You got no shooters so stop with the fronting
So fabricated you ain't earn a hunnid
Don't trust the words that are said in the streets
I'm in a fast pace I don't go no peace
She wanna love me and soon take my keys
Had to fight that bitch like WWE
Rolling rolling going going
I'm too saucy I'm just glowing
She say her pussy so fine
She out here moving in style
Pussy so good she got me hella whipped
Called her an ass Uber (yeah) once I got to dip
Your way too much for me I'm really sorry
Raincheck that bitch and never sent her nothing
Birdiebands I make them fly
Camera rolling I guess it's time
Roll out with a bag of blues
You ask yourself you got no clue
I didn't either but I'm on the top
Pop a xan cuz I'm going far
You f*ck with me you wanna pass
Sorry hoe you could be my first but not my last
Pop a bottle rev the throttle
At the club smoking gelato
Another city another tape
Give me juice and then I rage
Love the scene she love my cream
Too rough I make her bleed
Pop the cherry it's a memory
Aiming for the whip that's a Bentley
Camera rolling I guess it's time
Roll out with a bag of blues
You ask yourself you got no clue
I didn't either but I'm on the top
Pop a Xan' cuz I'm going far
You f*ck with me you wanna pass
Sorry hoe you could be my first but not my last
Pop a bottle rev the throttle
At the club smoking gelato
Another city another tape
Give me juice and then I rage
Love the scene she love my cream
Too rough I make her bleed
Pop the cherry it's a memory
Aiming for the whip that's a Bentley
I'm so excited tonight
Got money to spend don't waste my time
Raised by 3 woman and I treat them right
I took what's your and I made it mine
Look at me now and now look at you
So broke and nothing to do
I'm in the city I'm living life
Always at the right place and the right time
Tigers stripes is what I like
If I hit it twice I don't commit no crime
Count the hunnids she want my money
Too much drip like I'm McLovin
Claiming I'm their father all of a sudden
Too young I don't want nothing
Just the fame and all the money
Boy quit playing and give me something
VVS diamonds dance around my neck
Gotta ball when I get them checks
I don't love you cuz I'm a goon
Switch up my style I switch up my mood
I get the bag and I spend it at Cle
Call me a rockstar cuz I'm getting paid
You got no shooters so stop with the fronting
So fabricated you ain't earn a hunnid
Don't trust the words that are said in the streets
I'm in a fast pace I don't go no peace
She wanna love me and soon take my keys
Had to fight that bitch like WWE
Rolling rolling going going
I'm too saucy I'm just glowing
She say her pussy so fine
She out here moving in style
Pussy so good she got me hella whipped
Called her an ass Uber (yeah) once I got to dip
Your way too much for me I'm really sorry
Raincheck that bitch and never sent her nothing
Birdiebands I make them fly
Camera rolling I guess it's time
Roll out with a bag of blues
You ask yourself you got no clue
I didn't either but I'm on the top
Pop a xan cuz I'm going far
You f*ck with me you wanna pass
Sorry hoe you could be my first but not my last
Pop a bottle rev the throttle
At the club smoking gelato
Another city another tape
Give me juice and then I rage
Love the scene she love my cream
Too rough I make her bleed
Pop the cherry it's a memory
Aiming for the whip that's a Bentley
Writer: Javier Meza
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid