Like A Bird Lyrics - Singles - Lil Boosie

[Lil' Boosie] 

Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing) 

Every album like a bird! 

If you buy Trill shit 

Then you buy that real shit! 

And the D.A. and the judge gone get it 

If they don't free Pimp C, bitch! 

And when I drop shit, it's hot shit! 

You know I ain lyin' 

I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind! 

If you heard that green and yellow cd 

You bout love a lil nigga! 

You a girl, in this thug world 

You might wanna fuck a lil nigga! 

I don't really give a fuck 

About the fortune and fame 

I want the money 

So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane! 

I'm in the studio, daily nigga! 

Wit my pen and my pad 

Where I run rhymes about my life 

And how I'm missin' my dad 

Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds 

I get paid for my shows 

Niggaz hate it, cause' my name 

That's what takin' these hoes! 

Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores 

Ya better get before it goes! .....And 

[Chorus: repeat 4X] 

Every album like a bird....steady flippin! 

Every album like a bird! 

[Lil' Boosie] 

My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight) 

But I talk me some shit 

About this world 

About these girls 

And how I dog, my bitch! 

My next album was bootleg 

Ain even come to the stores 

Cause a nigga stole it 

And they sold it for the price of some "O"! 

Six months later, they heard that "For My Thugs" 

The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh! 

Ain nothing but raw rhymes 

No flashy shit, just hard times! 

Nigga don't wanna hear bout ballin 

If he ain' got a damn quarter! 

Ya hear me talkin' 

But to see that ghetto D, that's real shit! 

Cause I'm feelin' the power 

Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour! 

Shit, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla! 

I want 2 billion dollars 

Not no million, you dick rider! 

I got two 24,80's dawg 

They filled up! 

With shit that'll make you get kill 

Or even kill us! 

Then I drop....huh! 

Then I drop again! 

And I get sicker every time 

I touch dat fuckin' pen! ...And 

[Chorus] 

Every album like a bird in a corner store 

Keep it real boy 

Trill got the good dope! 

See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe 

About an ounce of that good dolja 

We gone big blow! 

Wanna beef, motherfucker?! 

Ain no problem with that! 

I barely hit you in ya chest 

Made it come out ya back! 

And while you put yo look on hard 

I be rippin them tracks 

And by the time it hit the shelves 

I'll be gettin' it back! 

So many niggaz playa hatin' 

So I'm totin a gat 

Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act! 

That's how you livin' when you on 

And ya got that crack 

And wake up with a new bone 

I can get left flat! 

So fuck that, ride strapped 

Give another nigga what he deserve 

And I'ma keep a bad bitch 

Cause I'm flippin' these birds! 

Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up 

I know you nerv (nervous) 

Because them niggaz got dope in them birds! 

[Chorus]