BrandUn DeShay - When Pigs Fly lyrics

Goin in never stopin. verses I be dropin b**hes pop and lockin pills chills from the poppin Pictures I be croppin, the ones with your face in it I brace woman you chase woman I stay lifted Faces may turn crimson on the dot…… and your sh** is never hot Never bought from the people, fake like its regal, I give you my prayers from the steeple, to get better , I get cheddar, getcha girls wetter With my feather even better check my sweater in this weather know I'm clever Never under the weather, hot like some pepper, send a letter to yo b**h saying I'm glad I met her I turn water into vapor, put blotters on them papers, hotter than some Quakers Some overcooked oatmeal, my pa**ion always shows steel I know we'll throw deals ill glow real Ill even show steal, touring all across the world Pouring love out to these girls, storing guap like some pearls, Adoring all the world and wonders it holds, put thunder to my foes, down under like it froze down in hell b**h Tell satan I won't sell him sh** even if he makes me rich Ill slap that b**h, more annoying than a itch, Adapt back into your niche and remain a myth because your Spreading sh** like a motherf**ing snitch, b**h Put a twist on the beat like DNA, I free the slaves, lead the way I be this way, I'm the change you need Raid your sleep, say im crazy B, you got that baby D, G, we? Me? GBE gay like glee Fasten your seat belt Crashin the E-L Stashin my weed spell Matching the green ground Pa**in yo b**ha** askin to miss cla** blastin my syntax Graspin my pick axe, bashin the sin tax don't gotta pay sh** Ask Mitt Romney for a mil and he'll still remain rich Working hard for money, that's that sh** I do like But hes a political dick which mean hope he dies to night So f**ing high man I swear im a pilot She wanna f** brunghi I say go head and try it Speaking of head, give me dome like a headshot Or even make a desktop like your in a f**ing sweatshop They say anything is possible…um explain flying Without technology you'll probably die trying Lying, thinking you achieved your goal Praying to the gods like you believed the soul On the surface we stay gold, nothing less than silver Meet a bunch of f**ers like us, Ill call you ben stiller I iller, shot a b**h in the face on the ground man I k**ed her Still uh.. thanks for the beat mac miller