Bird Flu

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Bird Flu by Lor Scoota

Bird Flu Lyrics

[00:01.52] Lor Scoota
[00:02.60] DJ Manny
[00:05.55] We in this bitch
[00:10.31] Choo! I think I got the bird flu
[00:18.57] I'm tired of selling packs I think I need a bird or twoWe selling scrabble, coke, and smackKeep them junkies coming back
[00:43.51] We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
[00:45.26] The dope so good, I let the junky hit it once he damn near had a heart attack
[00:50.88] If you cop from me I guarantee you coming right back
[00:54.39] We got that real morphine, you niggas using percocet
[00:58.47] I'm in the trap counting stacks
[01:00.40] On point like a tat
[01:01.93] Selling dope out the house
[01:03.91] Blowing smoke out my mouth
[01:05.71] Got the ratchet on deck
[01:07.28] The forty right under the couch
[01:09.00] These niggas say they selling drugs but they just like to run they mouth
[01:13.15] He ain't ever sold a drug and he ain't ever caught a charge
[01:16.65] All that faking that he doing, they need to charge his ass with fraud
[01:20.45] Talking about you seen fifty grams nigga yeah alright
[01:23.95] Only thing you sold was nickel bags of ratchet for your aunt
[01:28.18] I don't even like to brag, but sometimes I flaunt
[01:31.02] Hit the kitty grab 500 just to stunt
[01:35.22] I'm gonna spend at least 40 50 dollars on blunts
[01:39.03] I ain't stingy, drug money, it's gonna buy you what you want
[01:42.68] I got the raw, real raw, I give it to them raw
[02:16.03] In them twenty twenty bags, coke inside the jar
[02:19.30] Let the fiend taste the coke, he said he couldn't feel his jaw
[02:22.82] I called the plug and told him thumbs up, good job!
[02:26.53] Right back on the block I'm selling drugs like it's a job
[02:30.08] Junkies walking around the block, I got them lined up on the wall
[02:34.17] Them dope crowds look like after school at mondawmin mall
[02:37.45] I got a hundred pills on me, on my way to hit this mark
[02:41.39] I'm gonna keep on selling drugs, fuck a distribution law
[02:45.23] I'm plugged in with all the plugs, they know I'm a trap star
[02:48.97] Make something out of nothing, turn an ounce into a car
[02:52.96] And if you fucking with that money I'm gonna have to take you on
[02:56.35] You already know what's up, shout out to my G street niggas, let's get it
[03:29.83] Shout out to the F fifteen hundred RNT twenty eight hundred
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From the album: Still N The Trenches Volume 2