Song Description
This song is about a guy who his girl friend's best friend goes behind her back a tells him all kinds of sneaky things shes been doing.
Song Length |
4:25 |
Genre |
R & B - Contemporary, Pop - General |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Beside Yourself |
Subject |
Birds, Relationship |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Little Bird Told Me
Chorus: Guest you wana know how I know you playin games on me. Cause a little bird told me yes a little bird told me. Guest you wana know been lying to me. Cause a little bird told me, that little bird was your best friend.
Verse: Don?t think I don?t know what ya do when ya doing what ya do. You got a bird in your crew. You had a fight with ya friend now she blaming things on you. She knows that I am your boo.
She could just be talking to get even some revenge thang. She?s salty, salty, salty. I see her round the way driving in a red mustang. Looking biter, biter, biter.
Chorus: (Repeat)
Verse: Some of the things she explained made sense to alright. Why you came home so late that night? The scratch on your door, mud on the floor on the passenger side. You said you gave your girl a ride.
She could just be trying to steal your man. She?s lonely, lonely, lonely. I suggest you call her to see wants on her brain. She keeps chirping, chirping, chirping.
Chorus (Repeat)
Rap: Yheeaa chirp it up, she?s telling me my new girls a slut, I don?t know if she speaking truth or what, slow your rush baby I anent shag but once, just a couple drinks and a power lunch, I had the goose she had the rum and punch, we spent some time but not that much, I spent some money but not a bunch. I never bought the Prada or the Gucci bag, I?m a player baby I don?t mean to brag. What ever yawl going through leave me out I got far more important things to think about, like publishing contracts, distribution I hate tell ya ma but I?m often moving. The Nextel chirp paging Mr. Wesley, I?m trying to sell records like Elvis Presley.
Chorus (Repeat)