No Pigeons (feat. Mr. Woods) (short clean radio) Songtext
von Sporty Thievz

Nada, Franchise
Nada, Shotcallers
Yeah, Sporty Thievz, Sporty Thievz
Uh huh, nada

A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin′ by
My rimmed up blue, brand new sparklin' five
Her feet hurt so you know she want a ride
But she frontin′ like she can't say hi
What?

(Uh oh) y'all chicks ain′t gettin′ nada
(Uh oh) your pussy ain't worth the Ramada
(Uh oh) anyway your friend looks hotter
(Uh oh) game is somethin′ we got a lot a-
(Uh oh) 'cause I don′t want no Pigeons


Them be them girls who gets no dubs from me
Playin' the bar dumb broke with her best friend′s coat
Tryin' to holler at me
I don't want no Pigeons
Them be them girls who gets no dubs from me
Playin′ the bar dumb broke with her best friend′s coat
Tryin' to holler 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? She musta talk me a joke
Broke Pigeon-head freak, you lucky I spoke
This ain′t my Benz there, it's my man′s, yeah
But this ain't my car like that ain′t your hair

(Uh-oh) Pigeon, take them fake jewels off
(Uh-oh) Pigeon, take your friend's shoes off
(Uh-oh) Pigeon, the hell with that crazy shit
Y'all make me sick, go home and fuckin′ babysit
My big dogs don′t love this
King Kirk bitch, get a brush, and scrub this (right)

(Uh oh) y'all chicks ain′t gettin' nada
(Uh oh) your pussy ain′t worth the Ramada
(Uh oh) anyway your friend looks hotter
(Uh oh) game is somethin' we got a lot a-


Yo, chill cousin, these birds is ill, cousin
′Cause they call me scrub like we can't even bill cousin
Trick Ronald's, you ain′t worth the McDonald′s
Throw you on the street team, make you shit vinyls
Hey yo Flex, shorty tried to flash me wrong
How she gonna wear sandals with nasty corns?
That be wrong

I wonder how you get hearts
In dirty Victoria draws with the skid marks
Uh, ya flat ass gets enough laughs
Take it to the salon, pluck ya mustache
So next time you shotgun, and that hoe bitchin'
Hittin′ you a scrub, call that bitch a Pigeon

Hey yo, I got two nuts bitch, choose a ball
You only walk Pigeon-toed 'cause ya shoes is small
You don′t shop, you just cruise the mall
No dough, with Lee Press-Ons
Frontin' with ya girlfriend dress on
You birds wanna take over?
Get some cash and a Jenny Jones makeover

Broke bitches, I hate Pigeons
Dirty braid Pigeons, medicaid Pigeons, Section Eight Pigeons
Got me fed, burned I tell these birds shut up
And how my left ear be double her whole getup
Go ahead with your lame ass, blow at night
Throw a ripped dollar at her, tell her put that on her trade bags

If you got more than one baby father (oh yes girl, we′s talkin' to you)
If you strip all week to go clubbin' (oh yes girl, we′s talkin′ to you)
Buy a dress to front and take it back to the store (oh yes girl, we's talkin′ to you)
Wanna smoke with me, with no money?
Oh, no, I don't want no
No Pigeons
No Pigeons