Mia Bird Flu Lyrics

Bird Flu Lyrics

Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me down?

Everyone knows I'm already good on the ground

Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us

I can go on my own making bombs with rubber bands



Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance

Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers

Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like burgers

When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some leaders



Protocol to be a Rocawear model

It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle

Protocol to be a rocker on a label

It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil



Now I got a little paper for later so I'm stable

Better something, better come, I could get cable

Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my stable

Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my table



Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to town

They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around

Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground

They order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands



Put away shots for later, so I'm stable

Live in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable

Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable

From the crap you drop on my crop when they pay you