Lyrics:
heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo' Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I'm feedin'
No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve and
No teasin',
Can you blame the sky
When a mama leaves her babies behind
Can you blame the sky
When a mama leaves her babies behind, oh
Can you blame
Hey Baby,
What's the word?
Hey Baby,
Have you heard?
What's the latest?
How's your bird?
How's your brother?
An' how's your mother?
How's
Grandfathers and babies
Oh oh, hey hey, ah ah
There is no one to meet me
Yet I'm all but surrounded
By the tears and embracing
By the joy unbounded
Party in Ipanema, baby!
I want to party
I want to samba
I want to party
I want to samba
I want to party
And live my life (live my life)
I
Stubborn I guess, stick to it like a birds nest
Money talks, phony walks
I can't take em baby
Play the game, know the cost
Keep it pimpin baby
Dead weight,
like I'm Biggie, baby
Baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
(Wooh, wooh)
Hit the strip club, big ass and big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big
like no nigga before me
She say fuck the alphabet and
No nigga before Z
Aw shit, aw shit
She bout to turn up on the dick
I ain't trynna be yo baby
made in your head
Bursting out old bruises, like a phoenix you rise
But I ain’t gonna be surprised, I know your naked disguise
Baby, I won’t stop
Want you like these bands
You my every thought
Baby where you going
Love the way you walk
You should fuck with me
Baby can we talk
Yerrrr
Can we talk
that? I got you baby
All on you baby
Push it back on daddy
Push it back on daddy baby
I seen it vividly jogging my brain memory, life is
I seen it
Ok, you ain't know shit
It's weezy f baby like a newborn bitch
You ain't know shit
I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch
Pimpin over
a boy he'll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
With rings
the birds and the bees
For with your love inside me, that would be all I need
If this world were mine
I'd give you anything
If this world were mine, I'd
the mountain and touched the sky
Over the sea baby we can fly
When we made love I see the flowers the trees the birds the bees
Last night I touched a dream
that win
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag
More niggas to kill and birds to bag
Hit the jeweler
don't even know your name
I'm in a trance
And the world is spinning
Spinning baby out of control
I'm in a trance
I let the music take me
Take me
Oh no, no, no, no
If love was a bird, then we wouldn't have wings
If love was a sky, we'd be blue
If love was a choir, you and I could never
(look at me)
Baby, you got ass I can take (I can take)
Hit you on the seat, ah yeah, leave a stain (yeah)
ESPN, baby, yeah, I was in the game (yeah)
to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy
We started out youngstas in the park throwin birds
In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in
Baby, baby why won't you let me be
You're a major pain in the ass, I do need the hassle can't ya see
Please I need some piece of mind
That I was
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
right baby let's do it
Do it like a lion baby
Do it in our lairs
Do it like the birds and bees
And arctic polar bears
Do it when I'm sleepin'
I'm doing
had your name on
A Big Falcon tee
I'm swervin', I'm not suburban
We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin'
Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it
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