Lyrics:
Looking for food to eat
With all my friends to beat
We eat seeds, weeds
Bugs & grubs
Fruits, berries
Grains & shrubs
I got eyes like a pigeon
You got
it. Ima stunt
On my Pigeon Boy Shit, yeah you know just what it was
On my Pigeon Boy Shit, yeah you know just what it was
In the field with the flock,
Yea
Yea
Yea
Mhmm
Yea
Ooo they on some Savage s***
You cant smoke how we'd be smoking this that
Gusher
Berry's
Zittles
She put on a little show
I give
New York tendaberry, blue berry
A rush on rum, of brush and drum
And the past is a blue note, inside me
I ran away in the morning
New York
the unlimited drip
Need a girl like Mary Berry cake up in the kitchen
Copped a pair of Slazenger's, now I'm fly like a pigeon
I fuck with everyone, don't
New York tendaberry
Blue berry
A rush on rum
Of brush and drum
And the past is a blue note
Inside me
I ran away in the morning
New York
joker, "Tally ho", put shots in that Denali yo
RZA you know how we go on them 20's, that's how we roll
And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like
Put you in the aviary, you a pigeon, a bird
I'm the shit, you a turd
Want my piece of the pie, I'ma need like, a third
He don't cover his bases, can't
pigeons I want me a coupe
Decapitate the top lil bitch I done cut off the roof
Deep sea diamonds, ocean blue like a pool
Inspector gadget bitch how I came
Aristotle, yeah uh, uh, uh, bbno$
Bbno$ and Yung Gravy baby
Bitch, I'm whippin' gravy in the kitchen
Posted with your girlfriend
Goin' berry pickin
tryin'
It can get scary when you legendary
Caramel complexion, that's a Halle Berry
Cash rules everything around music
The game doped up, every nigga
a pigeon (okay)
Higher than gas prices and Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart (huh)
The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar
a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed
followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
can imagine a world with you, baby
Experienced it for ages
But now I keep going, collecting some berries
Try to figure out the difference between
the trenches ain't gone be no saints
Linwood to any hood we gone be okay
If you a bird I sprinkle bread to the pigeons
It's this one boy that got me smitten
Body
wasn't kosher or polite
You treat me like a dog and try to pigeon, hold my plight
Pillow-talkin', peace-offerings, put restrictions on my price
And I
the streets looking for the bread like a pigeon be
Picture me broke, that's a joke, that's a bit to me
White girl all over my face, call it Brittany
White girl
Boxer Mendoza
You phony 1UP on me
Like John Wick coming for me
But you barely equipped
I send that ass to Halle Berry
Cause you're fading
You looking
tee
The illest in rap, spin the block, on the fast lane
The Juice is sweet, Glock loaded, where the pistol came
The blacker the berry, hitman, onna
wait I'm breaking taboo topics
Religion's for the pigeons I should talk about the Amish
I thought about the tropics and everywhere the bomb hits
On bong
100 packs in run through those
Watch your nose
Watch your hoes
Took your girl and told her watch your toes
Pigeon toed and I'm tweaked out
Whacked out
The illest in rap, spin the block, on the fast lane
The Juice is sweet, Glock loaded, where the pistol came
The blacker the berry, hitman, onna Tuesday
Fuck my
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