Bird Call (Explicit)
Dej Loaf"Bird Call (Explicit)" is a song by Dej Loaf, released in 2014 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:10 long and contains 82 lines and 615 words.
Lyrics
0:28Aye that's that bird call
0:35All these haters got my nerves bad
0:37Writing rhymes in my word pad feeling like I can't be touched
0:40Drinking VOSS as a chaser
0:41I got to get this paper for my unborn creations
0:45Promise we gon' live it up
0:46We ain't worried about haters
0:47I promise they gon' give it up
0:49And if not we gon' take it
0:50I got a temper this short and I barely got patience
0:53He got a dick this long
0:54I think he from Jamaica
0:55These niggas talking like they killers
0:57I just call them pretenders
0:58I'm getting money with my niggas
0:59I don't want y'all around me
1:00Ain't drop an album in two years these dummies thinking I lost it
1:03They done buried me alive
1:04I'm bout' to climb out this coffin
1:05Let me find out that you hating
1:07I'ma f**k him and suck him
1:08Put a hammer to your head
1:10Got some sh*t that would shock you
1:12Put the plug in your a** that's them battery chargers
1:15Heard your plug had a shortage need a battery charged
1:18I'm looking in the sky like damn they can't handle your daughter
1:21F**k they mean I'm trying to pull up in that Phantom or something
1:24Dirty Sprite Cream Soda dirty Fanta or something
1:27I couldn't work no 9 to 5
1:29I wasn't good taking orders
1:30But I promise with this music I be feeling immortal
1:32I swear she would have been a beast R I P cousin Portia
1:35And just for you I'm a cop me like two of them Porshes
1:38I was down on my luck I had to use all my sources
1:41No magazine spreads couple funeral service
1:43Time to clean the hood up that community service
1:47We ain't tipping no dancers y'all b**ches be worthless
1:49Might pull up to the club in like two of them suburbans
1:52I touch souls ni**a from the hood to the burbs'
1:55B**ches steady sending shots they confusing their words
1:57I'm a dog with this sh*t I pooper scooper these turds
2:01Diamonds dancing like Omarion in You Got Served
2:03Tell that lame she don't want it
2:05I been getting money
2:06Stop flashing that little jewelery cause my little homies on it
2:10They'll snatch it right up off your neck
2:11Flaunt your sh*t then sell it back
2:13Nicki said "Stop holding back"
2:14They sleeping on me taking naps
2:15It's time to wake these pussies up
2:17Big dog to these cats
2:18All I know is keep it real
2:20All I know is stating facts
2:21All I know when I get home ain't gonna' do no turning back
2:23All y'all know is turning up don't know how to get a check
2:27Iknow it's my time now
2:28Idon't think they get it yet
2:29Open up your lid and put a symbol on your fitted cap
2:32Think about it let it sit
2:34Yeah b**ch remember that
2:35He think that we going far
2:37He should have used this thinking cap
2:38Old flames calling me
2:39They trying to rekindle that
2:40But they know i'm about my money
2:42They know i'm not into that
2:44Sneak dissing twitter sh*t
2:45Iain't with the internet
2:46Log off and get smacked
2:48I ain't with the chitter chat
2:49Million dollar baby
2:50I'm so million dollar wavy
2:51I can't wait to make a million goin' million dollar crazy
2:54Millionaire in the making
2:55Benjamins and them Franklins
2:57I'm running right next to greatness
2:59Yeah b**ch that's a chaser
3:00Niggas be talking crazy but they hustle so lazy
3:02I'm out here grinding for a life that could never be basic
3:06Leave you in the street they gon' yellow that taper
3:08I'm like free my little brother
3:10F**k the law trying to take us
Aye that's that bird call All these haters got my nerves bad Writing rhymes in my word pad feeling like I can't be touched Drinking VOSS as a chaser I got to get this paper for my unborn creations Promise we gon' live it up We ain't worried about haters I promise they gon' give it up And if not we gon' take it I got a temper this short and I barely got patience He got a dick this long I think he from Jamaica These niggas talking like they killers I just call them pretenders I'm getting money with my niggas I don't want y'all around me Ain't drop an album in two years these dummies thinking I lost it They done buried me alive I'm bout' to climb out this coffin Let me find out that you hating I'ma f**k him and suck him Put a hammer to your head Got some sh*t that would shock you Put the plug in your a** that's them battery chargers Heard your plug had a shortage need a battery charged I'm looking in the sky like damn they can't handle your daughter F**k they mean I'm trying to pull up in that Phantom or something Dirty Sprite Cream Soda dirty Fanta or something I couldn't work no 9 to 5 I wasn't good taking orders But I promise with this music I be feeling immortal I swear she would have been a beast R I P cousin Portia And just for you I'm a cop me like two of them Porshes I was down on my luck I had to use all my sources No magazine spreads couple funeral service Time to clean the hood up that community service We ain't tipping no dancers y'all b**ches be worthless Might pull up to the club in like two of them suburbans I touch souls ni**a from the hood to the burbs' B**ches steady sending shots they confusing their words I'm a dog with this sh*t I pooper scooper these turds Diamonds dancing like Omarion in You Got Served Tell that lame she don't want it I been getting money Stop flashing that little jewelery cause my little homies on it They'll snatch it right up off your neck Flaunt your sh*t then sell it back Nicki said "Stop holding back" They sleeping on me taking naps It's time to wake these pussies up Big dog to these cats All I know is keep it real All I know is stating facts All I know when I get home ain't gonna' do no turning back All y'all know is turning up don't know how to get a check Iknow it's my time now Idon't think they get it yet Open up your lid and put a symbol on your fitted cap Think about it let it sit Yeah b**ch remember that He think that we going far He should have used this thinking cap Old flames calling me They trying to rekindle that But they know i'm about my money They know i'm not into that Sneak dissing twitter sh*t Iain't with the internet Log off and get smacked I ain't with the chitter chat Million dollar baby I'm so million dollar wavy I can't wait to make a million goin' million dollar crazy Millionaire in the making Benjamins and them Franklins I'm running right next to greatness Yeah b**ch that's a chaser Niggas be talking crazy but they hustle so lazy I'm out here grinding for a life that could never be basic Leave you in the street they gon' yellow that taper I'm like free my little brother F**k the law trying to take us
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