"Ghetto Love Birds" lyrics
Yung Bleu & A Boogie wit da Hoodie Lyrics
Oh, how I love her, my ghetto love bird
Fly like an eagle, yeah
That's why I trust her
My ghetto love bird
Bad lil' bitch, she from the projects, ain't it
Bad attitude, I'm makin' progress, ain't it
She know I got bands, get a lotta that, baby
I ain't fuckin' with your man, get you outta that, baby
Diamonds got the bird flu, flyer than a raven
All that freaky talk'll get you stabbed like Jason
I told her I want sex on arrival
I might just eat you up for survival
Ghetto love birds, that's the title
(Ghetto love birds, that's the title)
Oh, how I love her (I love her), my ghetto love bird (My lover)
Fly like an eagle, yeah (Fly like an eagle)
That's why I trust her (With my life)
My ghetto love bird
We used to, ooh, fuck for a long time
(Been inside her nice covers, pussy real tight)
She said, "It's been a long time"
(Oh-oh-oh, even though I'm ballin', I miss you)
(Oh-oh-oh, AP fuckin' up your vision, whoa-whoa-whoa)
You don't even like none of my pictures no more
I'm just singing love songs with a guitar
How is he for you if he can't afford you? (Don't go, bitch, ignore me)
(You ain't no Christian but let me Dior you)
You let me hit, never let me record you
I kept things cordial with you, never called you
If you need fixing, call me, I'll restore you (You said your relationship needs renovations)
We still could be friends, I'm a ghetto love birds (That's the title)
Oh, how I love her (I love her), my ghetto love bird (My love)
Fly like an eagle, yeah (Fly like an eagle, fly an eagle)
That's why I trust her (With my life)
My ghetto love bird, that's why I love
That's why I love, that's why I love
My ghetto love, my ghetto love, ghetto love bird
Oh, bad lil' bitch, she from the projects, ain't it
Bad attitude, I'm makin' progress, ain't it
I ain't fuckin' with your man, get you outta that, baby, yeah
Fly like an eagle, yeah
That's why I trust her
My ghetto love bird
Bad lil' bitch, she from the projects, ain't it
Bad attitude, I'm makin' progress, ain't it
She know I got bands, get a lotta that, baby
I ain't fuckin' with your man, get you outta that, baby
Diamonds got the bird flu, flyer than a raven
All that freaky talk'll get you stabbed like Jason
I told her I want sex on arrival
I might just eat you up for survival
Ghetto love birds, that's the title
(Ghetto love birds, that's the title)
Oh, how I love her (I love her), my ghetto love bird (My lover)
Fly like an eagle, yeah (Fly like an eagle)
That's why I trust her (With my life)
My ghetto love bird
We used to, ooh, fuck for a long time
(Been inside her nice covers, pussy real tight)
She said, "It's been a long time"
(Oh-oh-oh, even though I'm ballin', I miss you)
(Oh-oh-oh, AP fuckin' up your vision, whoa-whoa-whoa)
You don't even like none of my pictures no more
I'm just singing love songs with a guitar
How is he for you if he can't afford you? (Don't go, bitch, ignore me)
(You ain't no Christian but let me Dior you)
You let me hit, never let me record you
I kept things cordial with you, never called you
If you need fixing, call me, I'll restore you (You said your relationship needs renovations)
We still could be friends, I'm a ghetto love birds (That's the title)
Oh, how I love her (I love her), my ghetto love bird (My love)
Fly like an eagle, yeah (Fly like an eagle, fly an eagle)
That's why I trust her (With my life)
My ghetto love bird, that's why I love
That's why I love, that's why I love
My ghetto love, my ghetto love, ghetto love bird
Oh, bad lil' bitch, she from the projects, ain't it
Bad attitude, I'm makin' progress, ain't it
I ain't fuckin' with your man, get you outta that, baby, yeah
Writer(s): Jeremy Biddle, Artist Dubose, Nathan William Rhoads
