Letra Bird Call de J.R. Writer original

Whatever I need I bleed and see Bitch nigga don’t breathe on the weed I’m fucking with them birds without feeding them seeds that’s creed you don’t know about it, full clip how I go about it, full body, hard body, I’m like ya’ll got it yet (CHORUS) Cam'Ron> SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you funny nigga.) Damn, Homie In high school you was the man homie that's what a fan told me shiiiit same old cat, get his Kangol clapped brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but Dame don't rap shame on black, the game's so whack Dame sonned you children from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin doggyy getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy tell em back up off me, i come down clappin forty pow that's a badder story, not in my category mess around, dame held def jam down supporting my back, jackin and they left their pounds red-neck found, tech tech pound duck duck goose, pump pump shoot, shoot lets get down it may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly for green-fetti, my whole team ready (CHORUS) JR Writer> this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats flippin all the harder back, make them catch a heart attack when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap but start with he deals, your pa be on chill the car is DeVille, is real I'll heart in the grill it's far in my mills Cruise the city with the semi or the celly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels (CHORUS)