Nada, Franchise Nada, Shot Callaz Yea, Sporty Thievez Nada A pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by My rimmed up blue red loose Spark wit five Her feet hurt so you know she wanna ride But she frontin' like she can't say hi, what? Uh oh, y'all chicks ain't gettin' nada Uh oh, ya' pussy ain't worth the Ramada Uh oh, anyway ya' friend looks hotta Uh oh, game is somethin' we got a lotta Uh oh, 'cuz I don't want no pigeons Dem be dem girls who gets no dubz from me Playin' the bar dumb broke with her best friend's coat Tryin' to holla at me I don't want no pigeons Dem be dem girls who gets no dubz from me Playin' the bar dumb broke with her best friend's coat Tryin' to holla at me In the front of the club, I see this girl like "Yo, love" Thought she said thug but she called me a scrub Scrub? What? You must be talkin' a joke Broke pigeon head freak, you lucky I spoke This ain't my Benz dere, this's my manz, yea But this ain't my car like that ain't your hair Uh oh, pigeon, take the dem fake jewels off Uh oh, pigeon, take ya' friends shoes off Uh oh, pigeon, go 'head with that crazy shit Y'all make me sick home an' go fuckin' babysit My big dogs gon' love this Get curtains, bitch, get a brush an' scrub this Uh oh, y'all chicks ain't gettin' nada Uh oh, ya' pussy ain't worth the Ramada Uh oh, anyway ya' friend looks hotta Uh oh, game is somethin' we got a lotta Yo, chill cuzins, these birds is ill cuzin' 'Cuz they call me scrub, like we can't even build cuzin' You trick Ronalds, you ain't worth the McDonald's Throw you on the street team, make you shit vinyls Ayo, Flex, shorty tried to flash me wrong How she goin' wear sandals with nasty corns? That'd be wrong, I wonder how you get hearts An' dirty Victoria drawers with the shit marks Uh, ya' flat ass gets enough laughs Take you to the salon, pluck ya' mustache So next time you shot gun an' that ho' bitchin' Hittin' you wit scrub, call that bitch a pigeon Ayo, I got two nuts, bitch, choose a ball You only walked pigeon toed 'cuz ya' shoes is small You don't shop, you just cruise the mall No dough, with Lee press ons, frontin' wit' ya girlfriend, dress on You birds wanna take over? Get some cash an' a Jenny Jones make-over Broke bitches, I hate pigeons Dirty braid pigeons, medic-aid pigeons, section 8 pigeons Got me fed, burnt, I'll tell these birds, "Shut up" An' have my left airy double ya' whole get up Go 'head with ya' lame ass, blow at night Throw a ripped dolla at her, tell her to put that on ya' tray pads If you got more than one baby father Oh yes, girl, wez talkin' to you If you strip all week to go clubbin' Oh yes, girl, wez talkin' to you Buy a dress to front an' take it back to the store Oh yes, girl, wez talkin' to you Wanna smoke with me, wit no money? Oh no, I don't want no No pigeons, no pigeons © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com