Aye
Aye
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Inhalin' snow, flesh exposed, and she down to sell her soul
She just wanna be on Melrose, think she Marilyn Monroe
I got the globe and the dope, and I'm carryin' the load
Feelings somewhere far, far away, they buried in a hole
Parked cars turn to ferris wheels, Jerry in her nose
I'm takin Rice, think my chakras out of alignment
I need the results to outweigh any of the time spent
She would die to be with me, and that's why her aura lifeless
It look like an exit sign when I open my eyelids
I don't like flickin' up with people I do crimes with
Back up on my nonsense, bitch, I ain't a nice guy
And that's why I finish first, selfish when the pipe slide
Met her on the timeline, hit the real life swipe
Dry-eyed tyrant, pile of dollars why would I cry?
A tisket, a tasket
Pills in a basket
Don't feel no, attachment
We filmin' what happens
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Mondo the Moonrock - Pigeon-Toed Lyrics
Mondo the Moonrock - Pigeon-Toed Lyrics
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Aye
Aye
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Inhalin' snow, flesh exposed, and she down to sell her soul
She just wanna be on Melrose, think she Marilyn Monroe
I got the globe and the dope, and I'm carryin' the load
Feelings somewhere far, far away, they buried in a hole
Parked cars turn to ferris wheels, Jerry in her nose
I'm takin Rice, think my chakras out of alignment
I need the results to outweigh any of the time spent
She would die to be with me, and that's why her aura lifeless
It look like an exit sign when I open my eyelids
I don't like flickin' up with people I do crimes with
Back up on my nonsense, bitch, I ain't a nice guy
And that's why I finish first, selfish when the pipe slide
Met her on the timeline, hit the real life swipe
Dry-eyed tyrant, pile of dollars why would I cry?
A tisket, a tasket
Pills in a basket
Don't feel no, attachment
We filmin' what happens
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Aye
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Inhalin' snow, flesh exposed, and she down to sell her soul
She just wanna be on Melrose, think she Marilyn Monroe
I got the globe and the dope, and I'm carryin' the load
Feelings somewhere far, far away, they buried in a hole
Parked cars turn to ferris wheels, Jerry in her nose
I'm takin Rice, think my chakras out of alignment
I need the results to outweigh any of the time spent
She would die to be with me, and that's why her aura lifeless
It look like an exit sign when I open my eyelids
I don't like flickin' up with people I do crimes with
Back up on my nonsense, bitch, I ain't a nice guy
And that's why I finish first, selfish when the pipe slide
Met her on the timeline, hit the real life swipe
Dry-eyed tyrant, pile of dollars why would I cry?
A tisket, a tasket
Pills in a basket
Don't feel no, attachment
We filmin' what happens
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don't sell no molly, why she talking X and O's?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone
Writer: Mondo Moonrock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid