Listen to Flip A Bird song with lyrics from Slaughterhouse

Flip A Bird

Slaughterhouse28 Aug 2012

Flip A Bird Lyrics

In the kitchen putting work

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

 

In the kitchen

Said I'm here for money making I've lost about all my patience

Beat almost all my cases thought I'd covered up all my bases

B**ches try to play you to some how some way you figure it out

You f**k with Jay-Z's b**ch from back in the day

You might end up with reasonable doubt

You f**k with grimey b**ches

Standing over you taking pictures

While you sleeping cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome

That will give you a reason to trust no b**ch

Quit rapping and just go get it cracking in the kitchen

Bout' to push that white instead of that music

Seems like simpler profit cos ni**a's gossiping like they world-stars

Empty your bicep until I find you and empty your pockets

 

If 5'9" stop rhyming I'm driving on I-95 or I am in the kitchen

I will cop a key and put it

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

In the kitchen

Can't tell y'all if I did drugs or if they did me

Nah we were just doing each other

We were side by side like everyday

Didn't care if we ruined each other

Back then it was so real fully automatic it was overkill

I was on w**d I was on dust might have tried coke when I was on pills

My pockets had rabbit ears my mind gone wasn't on bills

Whole family disappointed in me can't imagine how that made my mom feel

Her one's missing guns hidden sorry Momma your son's tripping

Got baggies scattered in the kitchen

Plus you and Dad was' on the same road y'all just left made it right

If I didn't learn I'd do the same pour some liquor say goodnight

Now I'm on this music sh*t trying to get this paper right

If not I'll be back in the kitchen

Let me get it now

On Twitter they murder my mentions

Cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen

Laying in a dirty ditch that b******t is further than fiction

Their personal mission's worse than snitching

To any person that listen now I wanna' kill a hater

A middle finger by the 'fridgerator flip a bird in the kitchen

Cuz DJ Vlad he was glad bullets went into me

Just to get traffic for his site should've did him like MMG

But instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV

And now I'm back in the kitchen but should I be

Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse is about to cop that Shady deal

But I'm out here chasing that paper still

Push Kush Coke and crazy pills

Me being shot online didn't stop my grind

Ni**a I don't mind and if I don't rhyme in the kitchen

I will cop a ki' and put it

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

 

In the kitchen

Just when a ni**a thought it couldn't get worse

The hurts reverse; scoop my cuz up after grandma left earth

That recent sh*t I was a young and bummy piece of sh*t cursed

No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse

No father Jux passed me my first gun revolver

With the serial carved up Real showed me my first jump I'm a barber

Shaving the crack after weighing the crack

An then placing the crack in 12 12's

I ain't play with the crack I was making up stacks

All day I just sat in the kitchen bringing it back

Now I'm tryna do my thing with this rap

Hope this works trying to flip words so my homies

Ain't gotta flip birds On the curb

Then black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pittsburgh

Lord I thank you for making me able to find my way through

If not I be back on my momma's table in the kitchen

I will cop a ki' and put it

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

On the scale flip a bird flip a bird flip a bird

In the kitchen

 

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