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82 Birds Video (MV)




Performed By: Alabama Nick
Length: 2:15
Written by: Nicholus Thomas




Alabama Nick - 82 Birds Lyrics
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Eighty, eighty-two, eighty-two, eighty-two
Eighty-two, eighty-two, eighty-two

Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers

They was sleeping on me, now they wakin' up from slumber
Nigga say he gutter but my shit much slummer
Big, big rims on a Chevy Impala
Big titty bitch ridin' with me named Paula
Rental car a Charger, plates say Georgia
DeKalb County comin' down the interstate to charge ya
I been flipping birds since I fired up the water
Wrapped in the duct tape, move it like the MARTA
Servin' major cities to the southern tip of Florida
Down in Miami, vacation with your mammy
Two-piece bikini gettin' swallowed like some hammies
She call me her daddy, so we must be family
Rolls-Royce Phantom, used to drive a Camry
Now I'm pushin' Bentley, big shout out to Pimp C
Sweet James Jones, that's what all the hoes call me
Double cup, sippin' on some lean with some Jollys
Flag on the play, these niggas fumblin' like some follies
Back on the road, now we rollin' like some Molly
Droppin' off a load, hit the trap phone, call me
Lebron James rings on, ballin' is a hobby
James Harden fadeaway, can't nobody stop me

Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
I'm about to do numbers

Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
I'm about to do numbers, ayy
I'm about to do numbers
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Eighty, eighty-two, eighty-two, eighty-two
Eighty-two, eighty-two, eighty-two

Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers

They was sleeping on me, now they wakin' up from slumber
Nigga say he gutter but my shit much slummer
Big, big rims on a Chevy Impala
Big titty bitch ridin' with me named Paula
Rental car a Charger, plates say Georgia
DeKalb County comin' down the interstate to charge ya
I been flipping birds since I fired up the water
Wrapped in the duct tape, move it like the MARTA
Servin' major cities to the southern tip of Florida
Down in Miami, vacation with your mammy
Two-piece bikini gettin' swallowed like some hammies
She call me her daddy, so we must be family
Rolls-Royce Phantom, used to drive a Camry
Now I'm pushin' Bentley, big shout out to Pimp C
Sweet James Jones, that's what all the hoes call me
Double cup, sippin' on some lean with some Jollys
Flag on the play, these niggas fumblin' like some follies
Back on the road, now we rollin' like some Molly
Droppin' off a load, hit the trap phone, call me
Lebron James rings on, ballin' is a hobby
James Harden fadeaway, can't nobody stop me

Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
I'm about to do numbers

Eighty-two birds flying from last summer
Got 'em in the trunk, I'm about to do numbers
I'm about to do numbers, ayy
I'm about to do numbers
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Writer: Nicholus Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Thug Soul Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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