Symba - Birds In The Bando lyrics

[Symba - Birds In The Bando lyrics]

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando,  rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money
Bitches tryna get saved  (god damn)

Yo, contraband in the cubbard
We trap for the summer
This work would make your hair stand up like
Cali boy, but I'm dodgin' in New York
Undercover we push bubba
Clean crystallish wretch rubber
He go to play, five days, get fifty-k
That's ten a day, kick-flips, no sneaker game
Extended stays, hoppin' away, he gettin' paid
See the risk we take avoiding
The Jakes with no mistakes
Bitch think you s'posed to blow
It all on dinner dates
Just to tongue wrestle? I ain't triple-H
Are you in and out the
States? They livin' outta suitcase
This Rollie has no time to
Send a boujie bitch a
You don't think Thottiana wanna
Sniff until she bluefaced
This the shit the doctor prescribed
To knumb your toothache brodie wanna rap
But he too caught up sellin' soufflé
He get them kicks, then he push 'em like Lupe
(ooh)

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
(God damn)
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
(God damn)

Money pull up to the corner store
The junkies' Cupid Shuffle
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's just Balenciaga bricks in
That Dior duffle (you sellin' that)
Wanna make the profit double
Make the pot bubble
Oh yea, line 'em up (what's up boy)
Bricks on the dashboard, fast money
Fast cars tryna knock a cash daughter
Push packs out the glass bar
Make that money fast forward
Still tripe out a rad 'fford
They know I got it for cheap
What the fuck would you ask for?
Confiscated like the task force
They just can't order us (nah)
Silicone valley, boy
I'm just getting started up
Pull up on your block
Get your big homie collared up
(come here nigga)
Jah Gotti couldn't mob with us, ey
Don't be calling us, if
You ain't getting money
You can't ball with us
My niggas in the big leagues
And I don't think you're tall enough
We walkin' up
But I don't think you crawled enough
(real shit) that's the fairest man
I swear they done it all the catch us
(my nigga)

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
(god damn)
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
(god damn)

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