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everythingoshaun - poet lyrics

{intro}

{chorus:xpress aka djxp & everythingoshaun}

walking round’ the city like i own the shit
driving in the whip i got no ownership
and the cops think i stole the shit
and she trying to grab my d-ck

better grab your cup and po it b-tch
i know you really thinking i’m a po it/poet b-tch
oh nah,i a’int no poet b-tch
so bring that -ss back and throw it b-tch

{verse 1:everythingoshaun}

some of y’all pretty, some of y’all hurting
some of y’all playing, some of y’all working
some of y’all tricking some of y’all twerking
some of y’all straight backstabbers,i hope that it was worth it
some of y’all don’t get it, and yet you want the credit
didn’t help to get the lettuce, and yet its something you’re forgetting
i need you baby? maybe, that don’t mean i’m crazy
cause the aftermath after all of that, all it means is that you’re shady
so you can go pop your eminem’s/m&m’s cause you know i know the doctor
wanna know the prescription? told me to drink more vodka
told me to be a shotta,while you niggas know i’m poppa
b.i.g (?) between the sheets, i’m smoother than isley, i be
that nigga b-tches be eager to find
no cuffin cause i’m giving her piece of mind
and in turn she giving me piece of mine
i guess you can say that we is in a bind from time, im

{chorus}

{verse 2: everythingoshaun}

these niggas is jokes, lets go get dave chapelle
these b-tches is wishing, lets get them a well,well
it don’t really matter no nigga not to me
everybody can be bought so tell me whats your fee?
throw it or don’t its the same thing it don’t matter
i mean the reason you’re here is so that your pockets get fatter
as a matter of fact here’s a hundred, i know you’re itching for dollars
but when we start rolling deep in it don’t expect me to holla
find me at ctu, that’s the studio in btown
ask if thats where i’m from, say thats where i be round
yeah we hide in these hives, but i can see the bees round
but when its time to turn up, who you think is buying these rounds?
i keep it real nigga uncle phil
i throw them jazz’s out the house so b-tches stop and chill
they poppin pills,she david copperfield my c-ck for real
rockin goldie rock grills till i cop mil,mil cop a f-cking mil
i know you hate it, i’m god body i know you satan
i know you faking i see you piglets i know you bacons
a 10 in my bed and i swear that her whole world was quaking
the point that i’m making is golden stating, exclamation

{chorus}

- everythingoshaun lyrics

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