Bird Flu (Live Freestyle)

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Tate Kobang - Rap, Freestyle

Bird Flu (Live Freestyle)

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[Verse 1] We selling scrambled coke and smack Arm and Hammer with the packs I let Carlos hold the strap and he ain't ever bring it back I be flexing on these bitches, you should do some jumping jacks I put O's inside them bowls and I ain't talking Michael Jackson Talking [?] get the blocko We done seen more birds than Flacco I got shooters bitch, they shooting shit They got more MAC's than Apple I'm too legit, I do this shit On beats I'm like the eulogist Your bitch she like to chew the dick Got more bites than computer chips [?] we can shoot the shit but naughty on some shooting shit I'll never cuff a goofy bitch, these hoes be on some groupie shit She buss it for the camera phone, she say she down to shoot some shit You talkin' 'bout a feature in the bando, we can do some shit Beat the pussy up, just to nut, then I lay be Shawty pussy deep, I swear to god, feel like amazing Whipping up the scrambled but this shit don't got no egg in it And I'm from the East, yeah them trenches, I was raised in it Choo, nigga had to sneeze on 'em I'm bearing arms like I lifted up my sleeves on 'em For the bread, fuck around and put some cheese on 'em Them automatics get to spraying like Febreeze on 'em Just got off the phone with my lawyer Told him my niggas got stopped at the border The po-po they thought it was Gouya But it was that Michael, That Danny Latoya Bring 'em to the trap, everybody 'round me strapped Fuck the neighbors, told that bitch we sellin' scrambled coke and smack From the edge of Hartford road, half a million units sold Shawty probably bugged my phone so know we speak in Morse Code Got a burner with the pole, clip as tall as Muggsy Bogues I could crack your favorite mama but I don't fuck with ugly hoes Man my cousin losing weight, I swear he fuckin' with his nose Niggas talkin' like LeBron but play the bench like Derrick Rose Baltimore nigga, where you at? Your man got popped, then shoot back Chain get took, y'all sue cats Want a [?] niggas don't do that [Hook] Choo, I think I got the bird flu I'm tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two Choo, I think I got the bird flu Drop another check, that bitch is getting murked too Sellin scramble, coke and smack Sellin scramble, coke and smack Had to do it for the hood You can smell it from the back Sellin scramble, coke and smack Sellin scramble, coke and smack East side of Baltimore Is where the fuck we at Yeah yeah

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  • Tate Kobang