Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doves Fly, artist - Fred The Godson.
Date of issue: 15.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doves Fly |
Free Mo, feds had to free Jason |
Early 90's uncle free basin' |
Mid 90's Pippin had to beat Mason |
The bricks were fire, colors annihilating |
And now applied the supply feeds tide wavin' |
Anything aching up, had a lot of waking |
Think to take the cut wonder what’s the buyer making |
Tank top, one bedroom, the pie is bakin' |
Sitting here waiting, soda wet, cocaine cowboy, Aikman, Novacek |
I’m on a strip while he cook a key |
I load up half of clips, what up pusha T (warrup pusha) |
Tell Malice I got that Khaled: the best |
Send the fiend to the moon, alice |
I’m moving that Ralph Cramden |
Raise the price of the grams then |
Shit, maybe I’m just like my pops |
Maybe them birds will make it off the block |
But, this is what it sounds when doves fly |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
Maybe I’m just like my mother |
Maybe I’m making whip and butter, I’m from the gutter |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
Tell them rock-a-by baby like a lullaby |
Watching prince turn to king like when doves cry |
Purple rain almost had me in the mug shot |
Purple top I was selling out my drug spot |
One stop shop had a special knock knock |
We stepped on every square shit was hop scotch |
We was young, we ain’t care we make the block hot |
The first Benz I ever bought was from a chop shop |
Had a different V.I.N. |
shit was different then |
BBS is on a bitch gave her a different spin |
Turn 2 in a 5 with a different blend |
My Panamanian connect had a different skin |
Fast forward to the present day |
Money tie ho down like the Chevrolet |
Every block another notch upon my resume |
Now I’m getting rap money with the better Ye |
Maybe I’m just like my pops |
Maybe them birds will make it off the block |
But, this is what it sounds when doves fly |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
Maybe I’m just like my mother |
Maybe I’m making whip and butter, I’m from the gutter |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
They came for the candy |
That’s why I got work in the telly Like Jamie and Fancy |
Beretta in the leather from the Manci |
Connect the city crab fish she put together with some scampi |
Some niggers selling halfs for ten, it can’t be |
Been on the block way too long, I’m Marcus Camby |
Tints on the Camery, hand to the boondocks |
Came a long way from 12−12's in the tubes socks |
Heard a story about someone starting with 2 rocks |
2 years later, he carrying 22 blocks |
I had to stash near the boiler, night time playing the moon, a Houston Oiler |
Or the? |
to ya, had this diesel fiend, tying up both of his arms, |
ultimate warrior |
My connect’s friend get it from the border |
They reservoir dogs, I just get end up with the water |
Maybe I’m just like my pops |
Maybe them birds will make it off the block |
But, this is what it sounds when doves fly |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
Maybe I’m just like my mother |
Maybe I’m making whip and butter, I’m from the gutter |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |
This is what it sounds when doves fly |