Like a Bird lyrics

[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you b*tch ass, n*ggas! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!

If you buy Trill sh*t
Then you buy that real sh*t!
And the D.A. and the judge gone get it
If they don't free Pimp C, b*tch!
And when I drop sh*t, it's hot sh*t!
You know I ain lyin'
I only gave y'all half the sh*t, but I got more in my mind!
If you heard that green and yellow cd
You bout love a lil n*gga!
You a girl, in this thug world
You might wanna f*ck a lil n*gga!

I don't really give a f*ck
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 n*gga!
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
n*ggas hate it, cause' my name
That's what takin' these hoes!
Thirty-six zones, on the f*ckin shelf at the stores
Ya better get before it goes! .....And
[Hook: 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 sh*t
About this world
About these girls
And how I dog, my b*tch!
My next album was bootleg
Ain even come to the stores
Cause a n*gga 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 n*ggas and b*tches tearin da club up! Huh!

Ain nothing but raw rhymes
No flashy sh*t, just hard times!
n*gga 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 sh*t!
Cause I'm feelin' the power
Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour!
sh*t, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla!
I want 2 billion dollars
Not no million, you di*k rider!
I got two 24,80's dawg
They filled up!
With sh*t 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 f*ckin' pen! ...And

[Hook]

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 ho
About an ounce of that good dolja
We gone big blow!

Wanna beef, motherf*cker?!
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 n*ggas playa hatin'
So I'm totin a gat
Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a n*gga 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 f*ck that, ride strapped
Give another n*gga what he deserve
And I'mma keep a bad b*tch
Cause I'm flippin' these birds!
Trill n*ggas bout to f*ck it up
I know you nerv (nervous)
Because them n*ggas got dope in them birds!

[Hook]