Got a foreign thot, her jaw gon' lock
Bih I got my nut so kick rocks
Got that dirty money in my uhh
Get the guap bitch first off
Way too high can't see, Bird Box
Pour the deuce up, Kershaw
Ion want the sex bitch
I prefer top
I don't like these people, worse off wit' em
Better off alone
Better off alone
Ain't nobody home
Dnd my phone cookie my cologne
I turn up the show and they jump
Top shelf we ain't smoking no bunk
Saw the bands, and I been fell in love
Saw the bands, and ya bitch tryna (you know)
Bird Box, Bird Box i'm not seeing shit
Count the guap, knock it over, repeat it
Roll up za in the whip no key in it
You a thot you get blocked get deleted
Funny thing is in the end none of it gon' matter
Still gon' die wit' hella cheese like i'm playin' for the Packers
Why you gotta tear me down, you the one who's moving backwards
Got a freak in the VIP she gon' eat it after
You love to L-I-E to me this shit a disaster
I'm speakin' the truth, but I know you can't stand me
Hotbox the bnb up in Miami
Turn the trap up like we at the Grammy's
Just tryna take care of the family
Got a foreign thot, her jaw gon' lock
Bih I got my nut so kick rocks
Got that dirty money in my uhh
Get the guap bitch first off
Way too high can't see, Bird Box
Pour the deuce up, Kershaw
Ion want the sex bitch
I prefer top
I don't like these people, worse off wit' em
Better off alone
Better off alone
Ain't nobody home
Dnd my phone cookie my cologne
Yaro - Bird Box Lyrics
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Got a foreign thot, her jaw gon' lock
Bih I got my nut so kick rocks
Got that dirty money in my uhh
Get the guap bitch first off
Way too high can't see, Bird Box
Pour the deuce up, Kershaw
Ion want the sex bitch
I prefer top
I don't like these people, worse off wit' em
Better off alone
Better off alone
Ain't nobody home
Dnd my phone cookie my cologne
I turn up the show and they jump
Top shelf we ain't smoking no bunk
Saw the bands, and I been fell in love
Saw the bands, and ya bitch tryna (you know)
Bird Box, Bird Box i'm not seeing shit
Count the guap, knock it over, repeat it
Roll up za in the whip no key in it
You a thot you get blocked get deleted
Funny thing is in the end none of it gon' matter
Still gon' die wit' hella cheese like i'm playin' for the Packers
Why you gotta tear me down, you the one who's moving backwards
Got a freak in the VIP she gon' eat it after
You love to L-I-E to me this shit a disaster
I'm speakin' the truth, but I know you can't stand me
Hotbox the bnb up in Miami
Turn the trap up like we at the Grammy's
Just tryna take care of the family
Got a foreign thot, her jaw gon' lock
Bih I got my nut so kick rocks
Got that dirty money in my uhh
Get the guap bitch first off
Way too high can't see, Bird Box
Pour the deuce up, Kershaw
Ion want the sex bitch
I prefer top
I don't like these people, worse off wit' em
Better off alone
Better off alone
Ain't nobody home
Dnd my phone cookie my cologne
Bih I got my nut so kick rocks
Got that dirty money in my uhh
Get the guap bitch first off
Way too high can't see, Bird Box
Pour the deuce up, Kershaw
Ion want the sex bitch
I prefer top
I don't like these people, worse off wit' em
Better off alone
Better off alone
Ain't nobody home
Dnd my phone cookie my cologne
I turn up the show and they jump
Top shelf we ain't smoking no bunk
Saw the bands, and I been fell in love
Saw the bands, and ya bitch tryna (you know)
Bird Box, Bird Box i'm not seeing shit
Count the guap, knock it over, repeat it
Roll up za in the whip no key in it
You a thot you get blocked get deleted
Funny thing is in the end none of it gon' matter
Still gon' die wit' hella cheese like i'm playin' for the Packers
Why you gotta tear me down, you the one who's moving backwards
Got a freak in the VIP she gon' eat it after
You love to L-I-E to me this shit a disaster
I'm speakin' the truth, but I know you can't stand me
Hotbox the bnb up in Miami
Turn the trap up like we at the Grammy's
Just tryna take care of the family
Got a foreign thot, her jaw gon' lock
Bih I got my nut so kick rocks
Got that dirty money in my uhh
Get the guap bitch first off
Way too high can't see, Bird Box
Pour the deuce up, Kershaw
Ion want the sex bitch
I prefer top
I don't like these people, worse off wit' em
Better off alone
Better off alone
Ain't nobody home
Dnd my phone cookie my cologne
Writer: Jacob Kouri
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