Listen to All Birds song with lyrics from Rick Ross

All Birds

Rick Ross, French Montana25 Jun 2012

All Birds Lyrics

 

All Birds (所有的鸟) - Rick Ross/French Montana

Written by:Beat Billionaire

Walk with a real

Walk with a real

Walk with a real

Self made millionaire

 

Play that music

Music

What more could you ask for

 

Ha ha ha

Ha ha

I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati

Maserati

I'm a John Gotti got my own army

Own army

Worth 50 million and it's all on me

On me

50 on my rolly knowing yours phony

Yours phony

Last problem I had a n***a headshot him

Headshot

Say the word on the street is that my man got him

Men got

If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him

Hear

I got lears and all don't need aaliyah problems

Aaliyah

May she rest her soul I got a sleeping problem

Problem

All my cd's gold but the visa's darker

Darker

Bastard child but I got fleet of cars

Cars car

Double M g this little thing of ours

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Take it to the door motherf**ker plea

 

Laying on your crib while your momma sleep

Momma sleep

Home cooked meals for the real real real real

Hot

 

For you little little little

Wanna shoplift come and boost this

Boost this

We run the f**king game

True fist

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Cargo pants and my red bottoms

Red bottoms

Talking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em

Boy got

No clothes in the closet it's all birds

Ah

No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all birds

Ah

No luggage in the trunk man it's all birds

Ah

And I ain't going back I'ma ball first

Ball first

Anything you need you know I get it cheap

Ah

My n***a rozay making millions while he getting sleep

Ah

Sleep

Cars European come and see the fleet

Ah

Went commercial come and see us if you need the street

Ah

Street

I'ma bring it home n***a bet the bank

Ah bank

Sierra Leone all up in the link

Link the link

'Bout to double up mason betha beta

Ah

Huddle up round table King Arthur Arthur

Ah

Shorty ass fat she can't stand straight

Ah

Straight

Spent your down payment on my landscape

Ah

Niggas sideways like the phantom doors

Phantom doors

Hundred round drum sound like round of applause

Applause round of applause

Slicker than a can of grease

Can of

Paid the state and the ice a hundred grand a piece

Well I

Coke boy I be 30 for a show now

Boy

D*mn near same price as d**e now

Ah

No clothes in the closet it's all birds

Ah

No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all birds

Ah

No luggage in the trunk man it's all birds

Ah

And I ain't going back

I'ma ball first

Ah

No clothes in the closet it's all birds

Ah

No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all birds

Ah

No luggage in the trunk man it's all birds

Ah

And I ain't going back

I'ma ball first

Ball first

Ball first

Ball first

 

Play that music

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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