Pigeon John - Go Shopping lyrics

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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 bum me like, “damn, that’s cold!”

Shit, 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.

Damn! 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 hell 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!