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angry birds...

Im successful head on my shoulders straight

I have my full portion love family job and money on my plate

Im the type to smile every time you see me

But i keep running into angry birds on the street

Im happy can have any girl i want

Im flawless what you see is what you get no need to stunt

I can be whateva a ***** need and i guess they see

And thats y you angry birds keep pecking at me

Gossiping throwing dirt on my name

Saying im not **** added by wanna be truths yall claim

Snatching my nerves one by one

Boiling my blood some one give me a gun

Im bout to go on a hunt for these angry *** birds

Naw not the game im not throwing you ******* at pigs

I dont need you hoes to get to the next level ***** please

But im about to toss you hoes straight rag you in the streets

Im feeling bad for you birds so every now and then i throw yall bread

And in return you hoes ******** on my head

**** these angry birds

Tryna hatch hate on my life

Jealous cuz im a dove and they pigeons thats not right

For all my successful ladies who is a go getta for hers

When these ******* try to dog you, and pull you down just say i feel bad for these angry birds

 

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Oct 21, 2011
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