Fredo Santana – Bird Talk (Remix) Lyrics

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[Hook: Fredo Santana]
You want a wrist like this
[You gotta bird talk x3]
Expensive kicks like this
[You gotta bird talk x3]
Drive whips like this
[You gotta bird talk x3]
You want a bitch like this
[You gotta bird talk x3]


[Interlude: Paul Engemann]
Push it to the limit
Walk along the razor's edge
But don't look down, just keep your head
And you'll be finished
Hit the wheel and double mistakes


[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Bird talking with them pigeons, make them bitches fly to you
Looking like the police, I'mma have to lie you
Run up on me wrong. boy, you don't wanna die do you?
Them shooters at your head, and they killin' everybody that's riding with you
Gino got the pistol and we solving all these issues
In the field we play with missiles and these niggas soft as tissue
Savage squad records man this the new world order
And we kidnap your daughter catch a case I call my lawyer
Call up Pablo and place my fucking order
Every-things good as long as he get em cross the border
40 for a whole and them halves for a quarter
40 for a whole and them halves for a quarter
Last week I met a plug in Minnesota
All white foreign whips same color coca
All white foreign whips same color coca
I know this one fiend she a very mad snorter


[Hook: Fredo Santana]

[Verse 2: Lil B]
I'm playin' for a plug, I'm prayin' for the jug
In Chicago, late night, buyin' pussy in the hood (I do that)
I said I buy pussy (I do) and I beat the bitch up (I do)
Tryna cash a ho out, tryna fuck her in the butt (I would!)
I'm traumatized cause the hood fucked up
Livin' life like a movie, brought a gun to the club
I'm prayin' for a brick, I'm prayin' for a lick
Rolls Royce outside, damn, Imma fuck a bitch
Ayy (Basedgod) what it do (woop!)
Aye mane west side, nigga, mane

Damn right I sell dope, damn right I face time
Niggas shootin' at the cops, facin' 30-life, worth it
Got a number on my jersey, on probation, fuck the jury, BASEDGOD!
In the strip club, spendin' all my money
Sell crack, hit licks, just to flex money
Stipper bitch wanna dance, Imma spend money
Bitch I know Lil B, let me tell you somethin'

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

[Outro]
She's on fire
And she burns through the night at the speed of light

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