Lyrics:
the coup where the pigeons nest?
Let me lick your breasts
Cause I guarantee If you cheat with me
You’ll forgive your ex
I’m Quincy Jones meets Charlamagne
cookin nines like they chicken breasts (breasts)
You know we tryna hide the scent, that's why the chicken dressed (oh)
I had the lamb black and green
cookin nines like they chicken breasts (breasts)
You know we tryna hide the scent, that's why the chicken dressed (oh)
I had the lamb black and green
your body when yuh hear bad riddim
Mi mek yuh draws fly weh like pigeon
Two cup in my hand
Soon step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best
Chiraq and I'm getting
Blown like the breezes
Your chicken strip tease us
Thighs leg and the breast
Part is the cleavage
She even lick it down to the bone
spitting
We ain't afraid we ain't chicken
Go give this verse a good listen
Deliver the message like carrier pigeons
Carrier Pigeon oh shit ima bring up
piercings in my breast
I get chicken
Ill take breast
I like Popeyes when I'm drunk
I like sex when I'm drunk
Guarantee i'ma turn the fuck up
Sick with flow
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
Before ligaments and fridges
The triple six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget
Was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies
you used to bait the trap, yeah
You set your sights to shoot me like a pigeon made of clay
You hit me but you missed me
You can't catch me,
down into these desert veins
Taking back what they stole
These diamonds in the mine
Can afford to become fine
In someone else's pigeon hole
So I
and global (Mine is large and global)
V repping for team natural (Yeah, team natural)
Hair (Hair), Lips (Lips), Eyes (Eyes), Breast (Breast), Back
All natural
Spitting religion and politics, Sega and chess
Roots and culture, hip-hop, skunk and sess
I caught him sneekin' peeks at my breasts
While frontin' name
you used to bait the trap, yeah
You set your sights to shoot me like a pigeon made of clay
You hit me but you missed me
You can't catch me, there's
you used to bait the trap, yeah
You set your sights to shoot me like a pigeon made of clay
You hit me but you missed me
You can't catch me, there's
on the stool
With her withered old titty out
Saying I've been rolled so many times
It's just feeding the pigeons
Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by
scare me anymore,
Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool.
Perhaps a pigeon fell off its stool,
I
on 'em
(Bah bah bah)
I'm pushin' weight tryna exercise on 'em
These bitches think you a chicken box (Why)
'Cause they got some breast
And thighs on 'em
Breast milk, you made my day
Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three bitches in an MPV
bitch saying please
She's like, take me to the crib though
Let's watch bird box
She looking like a pigeon
Maybe I should just put her pussy on the kitchen
and pigeons flee
It's a dirty world we see, but still I try to save the bees
Save the trees, save the sea, save all of the little fishy fish
I would save
only lesson I got from them foster homes
They say karma's a bitch but I ain't knocked her yet
Seen penetrated vest rip flesh to the white turkey breast
Women come like pigeons when you get the bread.
See my Basian girl she do this with finesse.
Big batty girl lemme suck your breast.
Swallow my kids in
I’m nice NO I’m no where near my best
Told the cokers no rest/ wait
All these pigeons chasing bread tryna to lay eggs on my nest
Hoe give the shit
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