Testo 77 Birds - Young Scooter feat. Gucci Mane
Testo della canzone 77 Birds (Young Scooter feat. Gucci Mane), tratta dall'album Married To The Streets
Yeah, let's go
You ain't gon' hear no more street shit like this, nigga
Freeband Gang
(DJSpinatic.com)
Seventy-seven birds in the trash can
My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
Six hundred bales in the caravan
Do the math, that's a whole lot of freeband
I know I said some shit you wouldn't understand
Just to walk in my shoes, you need a million cash
Plus you need another hundred thousand just to gas
All that road runnin', cabbin' full of freeband
Salute my partner Pimp, that's my right hand
Look at all the shit we did, you get a hundred years
My plug say I made him like two hundred mil'
Introduce him to that jugg and gave me stupid deals
How you sellin' kilos and goin' back broke?
Can't worry 'bout a bitch when you got kilos
You a real street nigga, don't disrespect the dope
I got bricks in every trash can in Mexico
Seventy-seven birds in the trash can
My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
Six hundred bales in the caravan
Do the math, that's a whole lot of freeband
Seventy-seven birds in the trash can
My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
Six hundred bales in the caravan
Do the math, that's a whole lot of freeband
He bought a split so I cooked it for the free ski
Say I'm winnin' like a nigga got a cheat sheet
Got a girl with them squirrels, I call her Kiki
And have them hundreds face up when you meet me
When I hit it, make it come back hard as concrete
You pussy niggas cross the street, I cross the country
And if you suck a glass dick, you's a junkie
I got a fetish, yeah, I love countin' money
Seventy-seven birds in the trash can
My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
Six hundred bales in the caravan
Do the math, that's a whole lot of freeband
Seventy-seven birds in the trash can
My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
Six hundred bales in the caravan
Do the math, that's a whole lot of freeband
I done been the driver of the caravan
Inside the van, I got like six hundred bags
I-95 with them Georgia tags
I'm headed to New York, Brooklyn
Pull up in your hood, I'm a road runner
Told you niggas Young Scooter takin' orders
Plus I love for all my dope to hold water
Every day the sunshine, he cross the border
I'm in Mexico fuckin' with amigos
Me and Cartel countin' up C-notes
I got more clientele than my plug though
Soldier walkin' with them bags, that's a .44
Seventy-seven birds in the trash can
My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
Six hundred bales in the caravan
Do the math, that's a whole lot of freeband
Seventy-seven birds in the trash can
My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
Six hundred bales in the caravan
Do the math, that's a whole lot of freeband
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Writer(s): Kenneth Edward Bailey
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