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Bird Law (feat. Powda Kush) Video (MV)




Performed By: Digital Gringo
Length: 2:05
Written by: Colton Young




Digital Gringo - Bird Law (feat. Powda Kush) Lyrics




Guys in my inbox beggin for a booty pic
Promisin me the world like I'm gonna fall for it
Guess again little boy, I'm not your average bitch
I catfished the president, I'm not impressed by little dicks
Intelligent and elegant I see you all are lovin it
Tellin it like it is I never ever watch my lips
As the world falls apart I'm dancin through apocalypse
I'm Lorena Bobbit mixed with Erin Brockavich
Rockin it no stoppin it I see you haters talkin shit
Get me off like showerheads I relish every bit of it
Coffee breath and cigarettes got me seeing infrared
Bitch you better come correct or regret we ever met
Hot enough to melt steel beams (Steel beams)
George W. ain't got nothin on me
I may be the girl in all your fantasies
Actually I'm Freddy K. on a killin spree

Bump this shit 'til your parents tell you stop
Then turn it up louder cuz you don't give a f*ck
It doesn't even matter if you keep the neighbors up
Crank that bitch to eleven and make your speakers pop

Bitches on my block never wanted any cock
'Til they heard me spittin bars now they always hit me up
"Digit can we please netflix and chill?
My parents aren't home and I'm on the pill
It's my delight to do thy will"
Wish I could baby girl got no time to kill
I'm too busy with conspiracy theories
Tryin to figure out what the government buries
F*ck this shit eat, drink and be merry
Bob your head like night at the roxbury
Ever since the very day of my birth
They said I wasn't fit for Charlie work
So I huffed a spray can and went beserk
Harnessed day man to prove my worth
But these dumb ass hoes will never learn
I'm just an average Joe trying to save the earth

Bump this shit 'til your parents tell you stop
Then turn it up louder cuz you don't give a f*ck
It doesn't even matter if you keep the neighbors up
Crank that bitch to eleven and make your speakers pop
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Guys in my inbox beggin for a booty pic
Promisin me the world like I'm gonna fall for it
Guess again little boy, I'm not your average bitch
I catfished the president, I'm not impressed by little dicks
Intelligent and elegant I see you all are lovin it
Tellin it like it is I never ever watch my lips
As the world falls apart I'm dancin through apocalypse
I'm Lorena Bobbit mixed with Erin Brockavich
Rockin it no stoppin it I see you haters talkin shit
Get me off like showerheads I relish every bit of it
Coffee breath and cigarettes got me seeing infrared
Bitch you better come correct or regret we ever met
Hot enough to melt steel beams (Steel beams)
George W. ain't got nothin on me
I may be the girl in all your fantasies
Actually I'm Freddy K. on a killin spree

Bump this shit 'til your parents tell you stop
Then turn it up louder cuz you don't give a f*ck
It doesn't even matter if you keep the neighbors up
Crank that bitch to eleven and make your speakers pop

Bitches on my block never wanted any cock
'Til they heard me spittin bars now they always hit me up
"Digit can we please netflix and chill?
My parents aren't home and I'm on the pill
It's my delight to do thy will"
Wish I could baby girl got no time to kill
I'm too busy with conspiracy theories
Tryin to figure out what the government buries
F*ck this shit eat, drink and be merry
Bob your head like night at the roxbury
Ever since the very day of my birth
They said I wasn't fit for Charlie work
So I huffed a spray can and went beserk
Harnessed day man to prove my worth
But these dumb ass hoes will never learn
I'm just an average Joe trying to save the earth

Bump this shit 'til your parents tell you stop
Then turn it up louder cuz you don't give a f*ck
It doesn't even matter if you keep the neighbors up
Crank that bitch to eleven and make your speakers pop
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Writer: Colton Young
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