Bleu, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie — Ghetto Love Birds

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Oh, how I love her, my ghetto love bird
Fly like an eagle, yeah
That’s why I trust her (that’s why I trust her)
My ghetto lovebird (my ghetto love bird)

Bad lil’ b-, she from the projects, ain’t it
Bad attitude, I’m makin’ progress, ain’t it
She know I got bands, get a lotta that, baby
I ain’t f- with your man, get you outta that, baby
Diamonds got the bird flu, flyer than a raven (shoot)
All that freaky talk’ll get you stabbed like Jason
I told her I want sex on arrival (arrival)
I might just eat you up for survival (survival)
Ghetto love birds, that’s the title
(Ghetto love birds, that’s the title)

Oh, how I love her (I love her), my ghetto love bird (my lover)
Fly like an eagle, yeah (fly like an eagle, yeah, yeah)
That’s why I trust her (with my life)
My ghetto love bird (yeah, yeah)

We used to, ooh, for a long time
Been inside her nice covers, pretty real tight (tight)
She said, «It’s been a long time» (time)
Oh, woah, woah, even though I’m ballin’, I miss you
Oh, woah, woah, AP f- up your vision, woah, woah, woah
You don’t even like none of my pictures no more
I’m just singin’ love song with a guitar

How is he for you if he can’t afford you?
Don’t go, ignore me
You ain’t no Christian but let me Dior you
You let me hit, never let me record you
I kept things cordial with you, never called you
If you need fixin’, call me, I’ll restore you
You said your relationship needs renovations
We used to be friends, I’m a ghetto love birds (that’s the title)
(Ghetto love birds, that’s the title)

Oh, how I love her (I love her), my ghetto love bird (my lover)
Fly like an eagle, yeah (fly like an eagle, fly like an eagle)
That’s why I trust her (with my life)
My ghetto love bird
That’s why I love, mmm

That’s why I love
That’s why I love
My ghetto love (my ghetto love)
My ghetto love
Ghetto love bird (that’s why I love her)
Oh, bad lil’ b-, she from the projects, ain’t it
Bad attitude, I’m makin’ progress, ain’t it
I ain’t f- with your man, get you outta that bag