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BirdMan
947
Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «BirdMan» вышел в 22 мая 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Warner Records»)Y'all Won
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АльбомY'all Won
Дата релиза22 мая 2026 г.
ЛейблWarner Records
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM127

Видео

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Veeze
Veeze
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Автор песен
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Миксинг-инженер
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
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Слова

Free my lil' brother
Feel like he just went platinum and now he in the federal prison
I'ma keep trappin' right now, I'm gettin' close to the million
By the time that you're home, I got ten of 'em
Police the Maybach, it don't got the stars on the ceiling
Ridin' four deep and we all got the switches
I'm Choppa Gang, I got brothers in Memphis
You tryna go broke, I'm tryna prevent it
I'm done doin' dirt, I'm cleanin' my nail tips
Walk into the trap, ****, how can I help you?
Stirrin' up the bowl like Hamburger Helper
Ball like Mamba, I don't fuck with the Celtics
Gotta get money, I'm allergic to beggin'
I don't buy Tris, I don't fuck with that medicine
Mail you the pack, better ship it and handle it
I wonder if God ever forgave this much sinnin'
I guess I'm goin' to Hell then
It cost two-thousand just for me to pull up my pants legs
Nobody treat me like a regular human
I'm mixin' the Perky up with the Xan
Everyday that I wake up, this shit feelin' fake, dog, I'm really a livin' legend
But I'ma get money regardless
They know I'm a beast, but I'm humble
I could make that bitch do what I want
I feel like Birdman, I'm a stunna
I was countin', ignorin' the gossip
In the hills, I'm surrounded by shottas
Put it on, I look just like a model, yeah
But I ain't no role model
Can't lie, young **** blessed
Got too much, gotta give some
Millions start to seem too easy now
Got my eyes on the billions
Pour another cup when I'm stressed out
Thousand dollar kicks when I'm chillin'
Shit, my stash layin' eggs now
Now I got too much chicken
I ain't even at my best
He signed for his soul, he in debt
You let the fame get to your head
My heart is so cold like an igloo
I'm bigger, they know me in Belgium
I'm grindin', I could go to Paris
I could've went for the experience
But I wanna do my own festival
But I'ma get money regardless
I could make that bitch fuck my lil' brother
You got money, they do what you wanna
Birdman, I'm a certified stunna
I was countin' up the money, no gossip
In the trenches, I just hang with all shottas
Put it on, make it look like a model, yeah
But I'm not a role model, no, no
Can't lie, young **** blessed
Got too much, gotta give some
Millions start to seem too easy now
Got my eyes on the billions
Pour another cup when I'm stressed out
Thousand dollar kicks when I'm chillin'
Shit, my stash layin' eggs now
Now I got too much chicken
Written by: Brandon Mitchell, Karon Vantrees
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