Lyrics Mamaah Birkin - Trabajarie

Birds, Woke me up heard chirps
Ain't another day it's the first
Young nigga
Riding round with that drank in my hand fucked up my shirt
Imma still catch the play tax the play on the 35 how it work
I was, still in the trap everyday I done ran it up from the dirt
Wit the gang we done put work in
Double H that's my turf
And I'm geeked out my mind I just rolled a backwood of some smurf
Shawty put it all on me oh good god I done made her burp
I ain't give a fuck if they was lurking
I was, Workin to get my mama Birkins

Mama need a new Mercedes
Glock in my jean
Walk down shit
Young nigga pulled up I just cut the spleen
But I really meant cut the brain
Oops nigga meant the spine
Nigga fuck you talking to
Press his ass with the fye might hit his eye
Yeen ready for war clutch the drake
I done told my mama be safe
I done told my lil brother stay down keep this shit solid
I'll make a way
Got some money we ain't gotta take no more
Knock a nigga down Domino
Spint a nigga at the carnival
Boy you bull shit like barnacles

Birds, Woke me up heard chirps
Ain't another day it's the first
Young nigga
Riding round with that drank in my hand fucked up my shirt
Imma still catch the play tax the play on the 35 how it work
I was, still in the trap everyday I done ran it up from the dirt
Wit the gang we done put work in
Double H that's my turf
And I'm geeked out my mind I just rolled a backwood of some smurf
Shawty put it all on me oh good god I done made her burp
I ain't give a fuck if they was lurking
I was, Workin to get my mama Birkins

Beat that shit up this ain't smackdown
I just went her raw almost just blew the ho fucking back out
I can't get off a call if it's bout money ho you tripped out
She gotta taste of this dick
Now she addicted to this shit no fetti
Put rocks in her ear go steady
And I blew the bitch up bouncing betty
Call of Duty walk round with a semi
And I'm in a skat pack do ya Hemi
Hit the Chase rack coming out the telli
Ho's choosing up shawty you petty
Got that fye In my hand I was ready
We can shoot shit out no Belly

Birds, Woke me up heard chirps
Ain't another day it's the first
Young nigga
Riding round with that drank in my hand fucked up my shirt
Imma still catch the play tax the play on the 35 how it work
I was, still in the trap everyday I done ran it up from the dirt
Wit the gang we done put work in
Double H that's my turf
And I'm geeked out my mind I just rolled a backwood of some smurf
Shawty put it all on me oh good god I done made her burp
I ain't give a fuck if they was lurking
I was, Workin to get my mama Birkins