Ms. Bird lyrics

Artist  : Baby 
Song : Ms. Bird



 Send "Ms. Bird" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (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