"Bird Bath" lyrics
Yello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Yeah
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
I'm so chicken tender dipped in ranch 'bout my lil' shit (Woo)
Heart of a lion, but she standing 5'6'' (Yeah)
I'm a former trap nigga, so she bought me five bricks
Lil' baby can't drive, but know how to ride dick (Know how to ride dick)
I take care of my kids, my mama told me I'm the worst daddy
My nigga's sister tried to fuck me, had to curve Ashley
I don't sell drugs, I pop these, I don't serve Addies
Son asked me, "What's that in the jar?" Said, "I'm bird-bathing" (Yello)
Nigga, blue cheese and pushups got my hands ashy (Yello)
I'ma die sipping syrup like my granddaddy (Yello)
Did so many turnarounds, bitch, my pants backwards (Yoom)
Touched soo much China white, call me Dan-san
I'ma run that money up 'til the sun done
Chopper bullets make a nigga dance, this that fun drum (Boom)
If she'll text another nigga, she'll fuck one (She'll fuck one)
Twenty thousand turn a nigga into shark bait
Just lost my best eater, leave me 'lone, I'm in a dark space
Creed on my bitches, we ain't fucking with the Marc Jake (The Marc Jake)
Bitch, you bad, but you ain't better than a parlay (No)
Bitch, you bad, but you not better than a lambchop (No)
Bitch, you bad, but I can't cuff 'cause my mans popped
Talking like you tough, fucked around and got your mans dropped
Neck black as hell, splay the jeweler, make it dance now
Ooh, bitch, bling, bling
Bae, is you a squirt god or you a cream queen?
Rob a nigga blind if he try to sell me green lean (Boom)
Wock' purple, Trish purple, or that Quagen shit
Pay ... for a hit, doggy hate to miss
Anti-bad chocolate bitch, baby hate to mix
Salt and pepper only, no sugar, bitch, I hate your grits
I'm focused, standing ten toes, you can't stop this
Squad full of stand-up niggas, bitch, we got kids
D-Lee said, "I ain't shoot that nigga, Pack, the Glock did"
Maybach in cherry look like Sexxy Red coochie
Passed more drugs than a U of M med student
Lied when you could've kept it real, now you dead to me
Never turn my back on codeine, I made a pledge to it
The best after Eminem, bitch, this part two
Hit him with a switch, now he gotta eat the jar food (Yoom)
Take this donut chain, that's not a smart move
You don't die and come back, that's the cartoon
You gon' die and stay dead and leave your mama sad
Don't blame me for this run, blame Sada ass
If you a man and tryna vent, you gotta bottle that
Might tell a joke, but never lies, baby, gotta blast
Ugly, fat, Black nigga with a lot of cash
All this dog shit on me, now I got a rash
Yello, look, first off, don't choke, DB.Boutabag
Broke up with your baby mama and it's kind of sad
Left your kids behind, she met me, now they got a dad
Oh my God, turned into a toaster strudel, went and got a rag
Yo, I'm dead, man, let me hear that shit
Lunch Crew, yello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Yeah
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
I'm so chicken tender dipped in ranch 'bout my lil' shit (Woo)
Heart of a lion, but she standing 5'6'' (Yeah)
I'm a former trap nigga, so she bought me five bricks
Lil' baby can't drive, but know how to ride dick (Know how to ride dick)
I take care of my kids, my mama told me I'm the worst daddy
My nigga's sister tried to fuck me, had to curve Ashley
I don't sell drugs, I pop these, I don't serve Addies
Son asked me, "What's that in the jar?" Said, "I'm bird-bathing" (Yello)
Nigga, blue cheese and pushups got my hands ashy (Yello)
I'ma die sipping syrup like my granddaddy (Yello)
Did so many turnarounds, bitch, my pants backwards (Yoom)
Touched soo much China white, call me Dan-san
I'ma run that money up 'til the sun done
Chopper bullets make a nigga dance, this that fun drum (Boom)
If she'll text another nigga, she'll fuck one (She'll fuck one)
Twenty thousand turn a nigga into shark bait
Just lost my best eater, leave me 'lone, I'm in a dark space
Creed on my bitches, we ain't fucking with the Marc Jake (The Marc Jake)
Bitch, you bad, but you ain't better than a parlay (No)
Bitch, you bad, but you not better than a lambchop (No)
Bitch, you bad, but I can't cuff 'cause my mans popped
Talking like you tough, fucked around and got your mans dropped
Neck black as hell, splay the jeweler, make it dance now
Ooh, bitch, bling, bling
Bae, is you a squirt god or you a cream queen?
Rob a nigga blind if he try to sell me green lean (Boom)
Wock' purple, Trish purple, or that Quagen shit
Pay ... for a hit, doggy hate to miss
Anti-bad chocolate bitch, baby hate to mix
Salt and pepper only, no sugar, bitch, I hate your grits
I'm focused, standing ten toes, you can't stop this
Squad full of stand-up niggas, bitch, we got kids
D-Lee said, "I ain't shoot that nigga, Pack, the Glock did"
Maybach in cherry look like Sexxy Red coochie
Passed more drugs than a U of M med student
Lied when you could've kept it real, now you dead to me
Never turn my back on codeine, I made a pledge to it
The best after Eminem, bitch, this part two
Hit him with a switch, now he gotta eat the jar food (Yoom)
Take this donut chain, that's not a smart move
You don't die and come back, that's the cartoon
You gon' die and stay dead and leave your mama sad
Don't blame me for this run, blame Sada ass
If you a man and tryna vent, you gotta bottle that
Might tell a joke, but never lies, baby, gotta blast
Ugly, fat, Black nigga with a lot of cash
All this dog shit on me, now I got a rash
Yello, look, first off, don't choke, DB.Boutabag
Broke up with your baby mama and it's kind of sad
Left your kids behind, she met me, now they got a dad
Oh my God, turned into a toaster strudel, went and got a rag
Yo, I'm dead, man, let me hear that shit
Lunch Crew, yello
