Bird Talk Lyrics - Singles - Fredo Santana

You want a wrist like this 

Expensive kicks like this 

Drive whips like this 

You want a bitch like this 

Bird talking with them pigeons 

Make them bitches fly to you 

Looking like the police 

I'mma have to lie you 

Run up on me wrong boy 

You don't wanna die do you? 

Them shooters at your head 

And they killing everybody thats riding with you 

Gino got the pistol and we solving all these issues 

In the field we play with missiles and these niggas soft as tissue 

Savage squad records man this the new world order 

And we kidnap your daughter catch a case i call my lawyer 

Call up Pablo and place my fucking order 

Every-things good as long as he get em cross the border 

40 for a whole and them halves for a quarter x2 

Last week i met a plug in Minnesota I know this one fiend she a very mad snorter 

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Fredo Santana mr chef up in the kitchen 

Got what u want extra chickens with them biscuits 

Call my phone man u know that i deliver 

I wouldn't be shit if it wasn't for my whipping 

Bitches see me getting money and they wanna kick it 

My neck is very cold man i think its frost bitten 

A nigga try me then he must of fucking lost it 

I got goons i got goons that will put u in a coffin 

Buy a pint a lean then i put it in the soda 

Buy a couple keys then i need some baking soda 

I got toasters i got shooters that will put u on a poster 

Keep my gun in my hand man i dont use a holster 

War time, doing hits out a Toyota 

Scoring when im shootin', just like I'm 'spose to 

Savage squad man these pussies can't control us 

Savage squad man your bitch want to know us 

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