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Bird Flu
17,826
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bird Flu was released on August 2, 2014 by YBS as a part of the album Still N the Trenches Volume 2
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Release DateAugust 2, 2014
LabelYBS
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lor Scoota
Lor Scoota
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YBS
YBS
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lor Scoota, DJ Manny
We in this bitch
Ay, dip, ay, trade
[Verse 2]
I think I got the bird flu
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I'm tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I'm tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
Keep them junkies coming back
[Verse 3]
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
The dope so good, I let the junky hit it once
He damn near had a heart attack
If you cop from me I guarantee you coming right back
We got that real morphine, you **** using Percocet
I'm in the trap counting stacks
On point like a tat
Selling dope out the house
Blowing smoke out my mouth
Got the ratchet on deck
The forty right under the couch
These **** say they selling drugs
But they just like to run they mouth
He ain't ever sold a drug
And he ain't ever caught a charge
All that faking that he doing
They need to charge his ass with fraud
Talking about you see fifty grams, ****, yeah, alright
Only thing you sold was nickel bags of ratchet for your aunt
I don't even like to brag, but sometimes I flaunt
Hit the kitty, grab 500, just to stunt
I'ma spend at least 40 50 dollars on blunts
I ain't stingy, drug money
It's gonna buy you what you want
[Verse 4]
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I'm tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I'm tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
Keep them junkies coming back
[Verse 5]
I got the raw, real raw, I give it to them raw
In them twenty twenty bags, coke inside the jar
Let the fiend taste the coke
He said he couldn't feel his jaw
I called the plug and told him thumbs up, good job
Right back on the block, I'm selling drugs like it's a job
Junkies walking round the block
I got them lined up on the wall
Them dope crowds look like after school at Mondawmin Mall
I got a hundred pills on me, on my way to hit this mark
I'ma keep on selling drugs
Fuck the distribution law
I'm plugged in with all the plugs
They know I'm a trap star
Make something out of nothing, turn an ounce into a car
And if you fucking with that money
I'ma have to take you on
[Verse 6]
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I'm tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I'm tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
Keep them junkies coming back
[Verse 7]
You already know what up, shot out to my G Street ****
Let's get it
Shout out to the F fifteen hundred
RNT twenty eight hundred
Written by: teron powell
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