paroles de chanson Ms. Bird - Baby
(Feat.
Mannie
Fresh)
[Intro:
Baby]
Uh
huh
uh
huh
Cut
me
up
in
my
head,
Cut
me
up
nigga
fuck
Ay
ay
Fresh,
its
all
gravy
baby
Its
my
turn
nigga,
I'm
under
the
burn
biotch
If
you
ain't
getting
money,
you's
a
crazy
motherfucker
(got
to
be
a
crazy
motherfucker)
I
ain't
getting
money,
I'm
probably
a
crazy
motherfucker
(lord
help
me)
This
is
a
biotch,
biotch
[Baby]
Come
on
nigga
Its
them
pimpin,
ballin,
gangster
macks
Theys
old
school
caddies
with
them
bows
and
racks
The
new
school
bens
with
them
bows
to
match
But
its
the
Birdman
daddy
got
them
O's
of
crack
A
nigga
off
the
diet
cause
a
nigga
gettin
fat
Them
throwback
jerseys
with
them
throwback
hats
Burberry
timbs
with
the
fence
to
match
And
I'm
so
so
fly,
and
mommy
like
that
Ounces
of
that
purple
and
we
do
it
by
the
sac
Rag-top
bens
with
them
rag-top
lacs
Nothing
to
a
gangsta
nigga
choak
your
strap
We
live
for
money,
hoes
cooking
that
crap
Them
20"
rims
and
them
tires
are
flat
There
ain't
no
question,
that
stunna
is
a
mack
A
nigga
thought
it
was
over
but
bitch
we
back
With
daimonds
in
the
middle
PIMP,
daimonds
in
the
back
BITCH
[Chorus:
Mannie
Fresh
- repeat
2X]
Every
Place
that
I
went
to
About
a
hundrend
bad
broads
say
they
sent
you
A
picture
of
themselves
but
naked,
ya
heard
They
all
wanna
be
Ms.
Bird,
Ms.
Bird
[Baby]
You
know
I
got
that
Crystal
on
the
rocks
You
see
a
nigga's
jewels,
no
name
on
the
watch
Until
a
nigga
die
these
cops
gon
watch
But
I
don't
give
a
fuck
nigga,
the
shit
don't
stop
All
I'm
trying
to
do
is
stack
a
knot
Them
aligator
seats
with
them
brand
new
drops
Them
hoes
gonna
jock
cause
they
see
a
nigga
hot
Riding
on
my
jet
skiis
behind
a
nigga
yot
Ten
up
in
my
ear
ma
ten
up
on
a
watch
Real
hot
girls
gonna
jock
a
spot
So
grab
a
nigga
dick
bitch
drop
it
like
its
hot
The
same
old
nigga
off
them
up-town
blocks
I
came
around
your
corner
and
I
shit
your
spot
It's
(?)
and
I
serve
your
block
A
Cash
Money
hot
boy
and
I
pop
the
lock
A
know
beat
boy
with
the
rooka
rooka
rock
biotch
[Chorus
- 2X]
[Mannie
Fresh]
Now
Dada,
Barbara,
Kiesha,
Tarisa
and
Dawn
I'm
tired
of
having
sex
and
I
want
to
go
home
But
I
cant
leave
yet
cause
they
kissing
each
other
Plus
I'm
hot
and
I'm
horny,
I'm
getting
my
rubbers
What
that
tatoo
on
your
tittie
say,
Hood
Rich
Let
me
your
ass,
oh
wolves'
bitch
God
damn
Ms.
Kiesha
ain't
your
momma
a
teacher
Your
sister
is
a
mister
and
your
daddys
a
preacher
Now
you's
a
mixed
up
screwed
down
dike
type
chick
If
you
ain't
eating
pussy
then
you
sucking
good
dick
Now
every
place
that
I
go
to
About
a
hundred
grimey
niggas
say
the
know
you
And
they
all
got
that
movie
that
you
made
with
that
man
Don
Da
Don
Don
Don,
stop
playin
If
you
seeee,
the
movieeee
(triple
x
bitoch)
[Chorus
- 2X]
1 Bird Lady Talkin' (intro)
2 Looks Like a Job 4...
3 Fly in Any Weather
4 Ms. Bird Pageant Pt. 1
5 Ms. Bird
6 I Got To
7 Never Had Nothin'
8 Baby You Can Do It
9 Ms. Bird Live From Superdrome
10 What Happened To That Boy
11 On the Rocks
12 How It Be
13 Heads Up
14 Hustlas, Pimps and Thugs
15 Fly Away
16 Say It Isn't So
17 Ms. Bird Pageant Pt. 3
18 Ice Cold
19 Ms. Bird Pageant Pt. 4
20 Ghetto Life
21 Keeps Spinnin
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