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Denzel Curry - BIRDZ (feat. Rick Ross) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Isaac DeBoni
Isaac DeBoni
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah, hmm Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Well damn Let's start it over Eye of Jehovah Come take a look at my city and its culture City full of vultures, city full of zoes City full of gangsters that's sticking to the code Everybody thinking that they know me for real 'Cause they only seen me on the poster for real Don't test my dawg, they got holsters for real Fuck a Pop-Tart, we carry toasters for real Aim, cock back, shoot at lames Name unknown, we are not the same Shame on a brrt tryna run game We was able to sell it, now my city serve 'caine Don't start none, won't be none Don't speak, don't hear, and don't see none Only fear one, but now I fear none And if you ain't God, well, I don't give a fuck (No) Don't start none, won't be none Don't speak, don't hear, and don't see none Only fear one, but now I fear none And if you ain't God, well, I don't give a fuck Huh (Maybach Music) Living on a limb and I'm blowing hemp (Boss) You see the limo tinted, never know it's him (Woo) Cocaine wraps in the Cadillac (Okay) I got lil' homie with me, city on our backs (Denzel) Always been a loner 'cause I'm so rebellious (What?) Pulling on a bong, it make me feel angelic (M-M-M) Penning a memoir, I pray I live to tell it (Huh) Never will I tell it, that's considered careless (Woo) Vroom, vroom, vroom, bitch, we on a move (Vroom) Snort a line of this, I bet you clean your room (Haha) Mansions in Atlanta, trophy on the mantle (I got 'em) Long live my nigga Nipsey, light another candle (Boss, Maybach Music) Don't start none, won't be none Don't speak, don't hear, and don't see none Only fear one, but now I fear none And if you ain't God, well, I don't give a fuck Don't start none, won't be none Don't speak, don't hear, and don't see none Only fear one, but now I fear none And if you ain't God, well, I don't give a fuck Butterfly doors keep the birds chirpinG (Oh) Big top back like I'm in a circus (Yeah) Pray I keep it all, like the Sunday Service, uh My pastor making dollars like he Erick Sermon Lord forgive me for my tendencies, yeah Got an evil plan for my mini-mes, yeah See business gotta grow, time to plant a seed, yeah Its time to make compost of my enemies, yeah My city full of palm trees and bad bitches You see? If your dawg green, its bad business You see? If it's all greed, they all switching We lost, and by all means, we all missing Don't start none, won't be none Don't speak, don't hear, and don't see none Only fear one, but now I fear none And if you ain't God, well, I don't give a fuck
Writer(s): Rick Ross, Isaac John D De Bonis, Michael John Mule, Denzel Rae Don Curry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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