Pigeon Year
Her teeth, my teeth, is white, just like cocaine
She fine as wine but smooth and savory just like champagne
I grow my cheese like Minoxidil not Rogaine
I don't want no nigga talking about my wrist after this year
Dropping hits like bird shit, this my pigeon year
Staying smooth like grapeseed oil, shit make my skin clear
A real nigga don't need no stick to make many men fear
Have them fear my reputation, this my pigeon year
I want a bitch that never leave my side not a side bitch
Her fine ass rocking designer, you know I keep a fly bitch
She just rode me too crazy, baby just hit my light switch
She turn me on, she turn me on
Yea I wouldn't want her if she didn't turn me on
Bitch must be Kevin, always texting she is home alone
How I'm finna do these rappers this year call me Al Capone
Fucking with me, you ain't top boss
I know she finna go crazy when she slide into that crop top
Cute girl looking into my eyes, she got that hot top
Got that hotwheels for her, nigga I'm talking about that hot rod
Her teeth, my teeth, is white, just like cocaine
She fine as wine but smooth and savory just like champagne
I grow my cheese like Minoxidil not Rogaine
I don't want no nigga talking about my wrist after this year
Dropping hits like bird shit, this my pigeon year
Staying smooth like grapeseed oil, shit make my skin clear
A real nigga don't need no stick to make many men fear
Have them fear my reputation, this my pigeon year
She fine as wine but smooth and savory just like champagne
I grow my cheese like Minoxidil not Rogaine
I don't want no nigga talking about my wrist after this year
Dropping hits like bird shit, this my pigeon year
Staying smooth like grapeseed oil, shit make my skin clear
A real nigga don't need no stick to make many men fear
Have them fear my reputation, this my pigeon year
I want a bitch that never leave my side not a side bitch
Her fine ass rocking designer, you know I keep a fly bitch
She just rode me too crazy, baby just hit my light switch
She turn me on, she turn me on
Yea I wouldn't want her if she didn't turn me on
Bitch must be Kevin, always texting she is home alone
How I'm finna do these rappers this year call me Al Capone
Fucking with me, you ain't top boss
I know she finna go crazy when she slide into that crop top
Cute girl looking into my eyes, she got that hot top
Got that hotwheels for her, nigga I'm talking about that hot rod
Her teeth, my teeth, is white, just like cocaine
She fine as wine but smooth and savory just like champagne
I grow my cheese like Minoxidil not Rogaine
I don't want no nigga talking about my wrist after this year
Dropping hits like bird shit, this my pigeon year
Staying smooth like grapeseed oil, shit make my skin clear
A real nigga don't need no stick to make many men fear
Have them fear my reputation, this my pigeon year
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