Yung Bleu – Ghetto Love Birds Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Ghetto Love Birds – Yung Bleu

Oh, how I love her
My ghetto love bird
Fly like an eagle, yeah
That’s why I trust her
My ghetto love bird

Bad lil’ b**ch, 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 bag
I ain’t f**kin’ with your man, get you outta that bag
Diamonds got the bird flu, flyer than a raven
All that freaky talk’ll get you stabbed like Jason
I told her I want sex on arrival
I might just eat you up for survival
Ghetto love birds, that’s the title

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Oh, how I love her
My ghetto love bird
Fly like an eagle, yeah
That’s why I trust her
My ghetto love bird

I told her I want sex in the condo
I’m tryna let her ride like a Bronco
I tried to give you love in the jungle
Another moon, we f**k ’til the sun up

Born in the heart of the ghetto
Beautiful time, I’m sending all of my love
‘Cause we haven’t spoke in a while
I’ve been trying to plead my case
And she like, take it to trial
I ain’t felt safe in a while
But I miss makin’ you smile
And I miss takin’ you down

She be there when I go take a lick
Would you be down if I could make a hit
Let’s talk about it when you makin’ sense
Sad you was done, I made you relapse
Just like an addict, tryna take a hit
She tryna talk, she said, Make it quick

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Oh, how I love her
My ghetto love bird
Fly like an eagle, yeah
That’s why I trust her
My ghetto love bird

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

➤ Written by Yung Bleu
Produced by Nate Rhoads
Yung Bleu | 2021

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