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ngeeyl - poundparty [freestyle] lyrics

[intro]
know what goin’ on
yl
it’s dj quincy, b-tch
b-tch we deadly
icey, i’m so sick of you
what you tell them folks?
gangway, double s

[verse]
b-tch we deadly
pullin’ up wit’ sticks, f-ck n-gga, is you ready?
yeah, n-gga, we be goin’ brazy wit’ them sticks (gunnit gang, gunnit gang)
pullin’ up, n-gga, you know we on that bullsh-t
we on that bullsh-t, we all ball like scottie pippen
y’all lil n-ggas be bitin’ my d-mn drippin’
y’all lil n-ggas know how i pull up wit’ your hoe
i pull up backdo’, me and my motherf-ckin’ lil bros
said my lil bros on the f-ckin’ move
i got godd-mn sticks, no not pool
i’m ready to light this b-tch up, you better move
i got plenty pounds comin’ through
i might motherf-ckin’ go and jugg 20 ps
ain’t no tellin’ when you f-ck wit’ young ng
it’s the yung legend
i got big -ss racks that look like bibles, i’m a reverend
f-ck n-gga try to test me, boy, you’re over (over, i’ma hit)
f-ck n-gga, boy, you’re over (f-ck n-gga, boy, you’re over)
chopper, and that motherf-cker clap sh-t (chop-per)
y’all lil n-ggas actin’ for that clout sh-t
y’all lil n-ggas out here on that clown sh-t
i got chopper, and it hold a hunned round b-tch
wit’ the monkey nuts, we gon’ come and spray sh-t up
my lil n-ggas goin’ brazy, b-tch you know we deadly
pullin’ up wit’ sticks, n-gga, you better be ready
on that bullsh-t, n-gga you better be ready
ball like scottie pippen, bih, that’s #33
i got a d-mn glock, but it hold ’bout 33 (g-lock, g-lock, glock gang)
if you wanna k!ll me, better send 30 gs
if you wanna k!ll me, better send 30 goons
i got that motherf-ckin’ chopper, it’ll give you wounds
i’m in that motherf-cker beatin’ out that hotel room
beatin’ out that hotel f-ckin’ room, n-gga
playin’ wit’ the gang, we got sticks like a broom, n-gga
run up on that boy, he gon’ spill out his fluid, n-gga
and i’m drippin’ to the maximum
my diamonds shinin’ to the maximum
i heard your b-tch drive a maxima
get up in that super-sport, show her what that speed do
hold up, f-ck up on that b-tch like i had speed boost
put that big d-ck up in a hoe
now she don’t wanna go home no more
but baby, you can’t come wit’ me, i’m ballin’ like d. rose
before i f-ck the b-tch, n-gga, of course, but you already know how that go
i got a d-mn stick, that sh-t might knock off your d-mn nose
i got a d-mn bomb wit’ me, and yes, it’s ready to explode
you know i’m gon’ sell that sh-t ’cause i got that motherf-cker for real
i got that f-ckin’ sack on me and it’s ready to get dealed

[outro]
double s, gang gang
double s, gang gang
mafioso
mafioso
mafioso

- ngeeyl lyrics

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