Hoodrat
I don't want no pigeons
A pigeon is a girl
Who try to take all of my digits
Say she wanna sub
But she dubbin every decision
She loose as a goose
Hit the duece if you ain't spending
Damn your girl my girl
Eskimo brothers
How coincidental
Sheon belong to me
Tryna pull up in a rental
Stash or lease it
Wanna please it
My baddest bitch
You aint never seen it
Every season
Switch em up
Like niggas do Adidas
Damn im so hot
Why I keep the fans around
Girl you bad as hell
Why you keep your mans around
Girls aint tryna whoop there it is
So a nigga pretend
If she aint tryna shoop
Then we gone end up as friends
Cause she's a
Ch. She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Fuck dat
She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Fuck that
Girl keep asking me
To get it wet
She gone get baptised
Why you got so many stretches
She need a pep tide
Sometimes I feel like a vet
She got the cat eyes
And ima put her down
For she try to get excised
Momma say you fast
Well come and race a nigga
To the finish line
Sand all on her nose
Bags in her eyes
Guess its bed time
Real street stalker
Midnight walker
Lookin for the ballers
She gone maul em
If he call her
Get it
Double entendre
Claws on little baby
How she cuttin up the commas
Silly questions
Like where you from
One thing understood
One eight seven on her body
Don't need no count
All good
Tryna guess her zodiac
See it learkin in yo mind
Its on the tip of ya tongue
But whats the word
Dollars sign
Ch. She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Fuck dat
She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Ok
A pigeon is a girl
Who try to take all of my digits
Say she wanna sub
But she dubbin every decision
She loose as a goose
Hit the duece if you ain't spending
Damn your girl my girl
Eskimo brothers
How coincidental
Sheon belong to me
Tryna pull up in a rental
Stash or lease it
Wanna please it
My baddest bitch
You aint never seen it
Every season
Switch em up
Like niggas do Adidas
Damn im so hot
Why I keep the fans around
Girl you bad as hell
Why you keep your mans around
Girls aint tryna whoop there it is
So a nigga pretend
If she aint tryna shoop
Then we gone end up as friends
Cause she's a
Ch. She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Fuck dat
She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Fuck that
Girl keep asking me
To get it wet
She gone get baptised
Why you got so many stretches
She need a pep tide
Sometimes I feel like a vet
She got the cat eyes
And ima put her down
For she try to get excised
Momma say you fast
Well come and race a nigga
To the finish line
Sand all on her nose
Bags in her eyes
Guess its bed time
Real street stalker
Midnight walker
Lookin for the ballers
She gone maul em
If he call her
Get it
Double entendre
Claws on little baby
How she cuttin up the commas
Silly questions
Like where you from
One thing understood
One eight seven on her body
Don't need no count
All good
Tryna guess her zodiac
See it learkin in yo mind
Its on the tip of ya tongue
But whats the word
Dollars sign
Ch. She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Fuck dat
She's a
Turn up
Lock in
Ok
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Writer(s): Howard A. Thompson
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