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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Vocals
Cozz
Cozz
Vocals
Girl Talk
Girl Talk
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cody Osagie
Cody Osagie
Songwriter
Gregg Gillis
Gregg Gillis
Songwriter
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Girl Talk
Girl Talk
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Give me two birds, I need two birds Give me two birds, I need two birds You wanna turn up and go a lil' crazy and fuck up the place You wanna run up the minibar Did I just see you go look at my safe? Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place I gotta roll up, just smoked a quarter like two out of eight Y'all niggas dead as a two dollar steak Hunt for the family, got food on the plate With a side of a whole lotta hate Nevermind, I got somewhere to be and I give you my word Triple my worth, see who I see Flip 'em my bird, keep this shit pushin' like fiends on a pack Don't get us started, that's Queens in the back Don't get too startled, don't know how we gon' react Thank you, thank you Is your baby daddy with you still? (With you still) We don't speak no common language but I get you still (Get you still) Thank you, thank you Is your baby daddy with you still? (With you still) We don't speak no common language but I get you still (Get you still) You wanna turn up and go a lil' crazy and fuck up the place You wanna run up the minibar Did I just see you go look at my safe? Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket Give me two birds, I need two birds Give me two birds, I need two birds Ayy, yeah You outta pocket, I see I gotta turn yo ass into lint You gettin' turnt, you bent, off of the money I spent (My cash) Now it's been a while since a nigga had to Close the tab on a bitch (I close a tab on a bitch) Might double back on a bitch (Might double back on a bitch) 'Cause all of them racks that you spent on them tits Could've been used for taxes and rent (Oh) You hate me for that, well wah-wah, cry about it Matter fact If keepin' it real gonna fuck up my pussy, then I'ma lie about it I couldn't tell that that ass was fake (No) I didn't know you didn't have a place (No) Don't know who you fucked last Saturday (I don't) But I know what you wanna do after eight, lil' bitch You wanna turn up and go a lil' crazy and fuck up the place You wanna run up the minibar Did I just see you go look at my safe? Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place You outta pocket, you outta place
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Ali K. Jones, Robert Ky Juan Cleveland, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Joe Anthony Kent, Didier Antonin Georges Malherbe, Mark Allen Williams, Cody Rashad Osagie, Abbas Hamad, Greg Gillis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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