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Bird Flu



Mia - Bird Flu - Текст песни

BIG on the underground 
what's the point of knocking me down? 
everybody knows 
I'm already good on the ground 

most of us stay strong 
shit don't really bound us 
then I go on my own 
making bombs with rubber bands 

I have my hard down 
so I need a man for romance 
streets are making em hard 
so they selfish little roamers 
jumpin' girl to girl 
make us meat like burgers 
when I get fat 
I'll pop me out some leaders 

A protocol to be a Rocawear model? 
it didn't really drop that way 
my legs hit the hurdle 

A protocol to be a rocker on a label? 
it didn't really drop that way 
our beats were too evil 

but I put away paper for later so I'm stable 
a better something better come 
so I could get cable 
ghetto pops, food drops 
I store them in my stable 
I cook em up , pop em down 
eat me it off ya a table 

The village got on the phone 
said the street is comin' to town 
they wanna check my papers 
see what I carry around 
credentials are boring 
I burnt them at the burial ground 
don't order me about 
I'm an outlaw from the badland 

put away shots for later 
so I'm stable 
live in trees chew on feet 
watch lost on cable 
bird flu gonna get you 
made it in my stable 
from the crap you drop 
on my crop when they pay you.
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