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pigeon john - go shopping lyrics

go shopping, go shopping!
go shopping, go shopping!

man, remember back in the days before we got paid
ghetto fresh phase, just a fresh break.
spend your pennies, trying to get the slimmies on the gemmies
you know what, poppa? cause he said that we was riding.
you kinda b-m me like, ‘d-mn, that’s cold!’
sh-t, i guess we didn’t have the right dress codes.
and we ain’t have no money, hoe
the only thing left to do is go dummy.
hit the mall, look away funny, like the … hands in the tally
three fists on, trying to switch your mouth
meet enough security, so i could eat your mouth.
the cut kinda spooky, here we go
now i’m heading to the door, but i forgot i had to move close.
alone with no…
head it to the… i’m here, yo, we’re outeros.
and now i got the itch, man, itch man
every single week we’re on the mission
yeah, even the swat means drifting
any other spot that we could poor the licking…
even on the… i got them.
way out the… and we got it
rap city, all for that kitty
yanking on the clothes, i saw on rap city.
cut the breaks, trying to act pretty
but it didn’t work, cause it still thought it’s greedy
so what are we supposed to do now?
we’re still some little roughie ends, it’s got a new style.
d-mn! that’s when we figure it out to let it just leave,
we leave cause we were just kids in the biz
going shopping!

go shopping, go shopping!
yeah, yeah, yeah
go shopping, go shopping!

uh, looking at my phone, who shall i call?
i roll on ex-ladies that i met up at the mall
some i call friends, and some i hit it raw
i knew i shouldn’t have done it, but i done it kinda have a ball.
now i’m in the park with the baby wearing jordans
i met his lil momma up in oregon, yeah!
i’m pushing the… like i’m pushing the rover
still i getting pulled over, like i’m h-ll of important!
at the club, looking way weirdo,
black out drunk, so i can spit in her earlobe.
watch out close, she got her man in the rear, though
give her my twitter, i gotta go! disappear, hoe!
outside now, grinding on the girl from chicago
said she had black enchilada
don’t care big! chick smearing off her lipstick
stick when we kiss, get her digits, then split quick.
… ava, lynette, shopping like the adams,
automatic, you can bet.
seen down girl, with a hundred different faces
all in the same, broken hearts and crying faces.
and i’m all so original, but let’s get real,
man, it’s so, so typical!
i’m just trying to fill the need with the nickel bag of weed
ain’t stopping, high heels.. so i go shopping.
shopping, go shopping!

go shopping, go shopping!
yeah, yeah, yeah
go shopping, go shopping!

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