Lyrics:
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She in stilettos she walkin' all pigeon toed
Really though, when it come to gettin' dough
If you listen to me I'm so underground
You have
a couple pigeons
Then we cook 'em up
And let 'em dry
We break it down
And let 'em fly
Send 'em to the hood
And tell 'em bye
All my niggas liftin'
ride for my niggas
Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my niggas
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dawg (huh)
Pigeons
neck
To put me in a pigeon hole
I've got my dog and my radio
To listen to some rock 'n' roll
And it's a hard, hard road that I travel
It's
the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin
crashed the whip, tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized, this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in
uncles blowin bundles, mine do numbers while I drive lambo
Off white yayo digital scale, fish scale sending my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk,
Pigeon toed Aston, Martin wit the off set rims
I'm not like them
I done out shined him
I done flat lined him
Gucci, I'm still here
Gucci, don't drink beer
a fancy cargo, care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois - Boy!
Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-comin' on over the crest
Like a homin' pigeon that's a-hankerin'
the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin
a eagle to a pigeon
Birds on the wire one hundred deep and we chillin'
Finga' on the trigga', thats the uptown livin'
High to the sky no dobbin for
someone send me a real nigga interlude?
To me, Benihana is pigeon food
This not a forgivin' mood
So much, we gotta count the 20's up in a different room
on lean
Sipping on purp, me, my nigga Dean
Pigeon in the kitchen, fresh off the triple beam
We get straight down to that money, no ifs ands are in between,
pigeon know you can't wait to run and spread the word bout that
And I never will let 'em, a pussy nigga keep me from being dope boy fresh
And they ain't
bitches on chitlins
When I come out of my mansion I sprinkle some bread to the pigeons
Bitches is lyin', they lyin', they lyin', they lie in they bio
So
to the ceiling
Shinin' like a diamond from a eagle to a pigeon
Birds on the wire, hundred deep and we chillin
Finger on the trigger, that's that uptown livin'
Catch me vacating on the Germany trip
Eyes red, sandals on like
Fuck what Cam'ron said
I'm pecking for the bread
But nothing like a pigeon
I'm something
onion, ain't no stopping
Young'un put away that herb, raw
Let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd call
Birdman JR and JR, pigeons know who they are
forward, though it's kinda awkward
'Cause I'm pigeon-toed and bow-legged
But you ain't too proud to beg
First time we got alone, you gave me some head
spark
Chasing pigeons down in the park
She's born human, raised by wolves
Will she ever understand my world?
Born human to the crazy world
Then one day
a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pigeons
I flip
bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toed
You came in the front, I kick you out the back do'
I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach(?)
Who got the forty-five, I
you walk pigeon-toed
You came in the front, I kick you out the back do'
I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach [unverified]
Who got the forty-five, I
a sort addition
Gorgeous women
Swimming in 'em
Cinnamon with denim
Diva pigeons
Peep the glissin'
Why'all don't listen
See what you missin'
Diggy,
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