Tha Joker - Birds lyrics

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Tha Joker - Birds lyrics

Yeah It's Joker! 2 Cold.. Tryna, I'm tryna.. [Verse 1] Smoke a thousand blunts, and buy a million cars I ain't never had sh** so I want it all Grind is what times is, it's crazy It's got a n***a screamin f** my old lady Money and power, it falls the way you live, so Shoestrings tied tight we ain't trippin, hoe And you can get it right now we ain't trippin, folk Hunters regardless, show us the target, and we'll charge it Just tryin get it how we live, and live how we get it And we gettin plenty, you see it b**h Holla Mr. 2 Cold like bring your heater, b**h Tryin to stack my paper tall, like Medea, b**h Straight chillin witcha broad and a Swedish b**h Take a gaze in the jar, you should see this sh** Used to hate back then, ain't believe this Now I'm doin' big things like a freak b**h [Chorus] Haters talk sh**, but we don't worry bout 'em We just keep countin paper, shootin birds at 'em f** a hater! We don't care bout 'em We just keep blowin kush, shootin birds at 'em Shootin birds at 'em, I shoot birds at 'em I let a hater n***a know I ain't worried 'bout him Fake n***as talk sh** when ain't no paper round 'em So I don't care bout 'em, I shoot birds at 'em [Verse 2] Dat n***a go hard, goddamit And it still pull your card, gambit 2 birds to a hater like Steve Austin Yeah our teeth clean now, but we still flossin' Funny how I miss the paper when I get it often Gotta get it how I live cause the sh** costly f** a n***a! f** a b**h! Ten times out of nine, can't trust a b**h! Stay true to family, and be yourself And anybody hate on that can shoot they f**in' self It's 2 Cold, the Lyrical, I k** it, you feel it Medusas to any n***a who ain't with it Joker! [Chorus x2]