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poundside pop - do what i like lyrics

[chorus: poundside pop]
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, with some shooters, they shoot on sight
real rich n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, my b+tch get whatever she like
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, my b+tch get whatever she like
get whatever she like
she so bad, that i just had to make her mine
made it off the block, dedicated to the grind
money, money, money, only thing that’s on my mind

[verse 1: poundside pop]
money, money, money, i hope the money make it right
money, money, money, i don’t care about the price
that’s my bust it baby, yeah, she do it how i like
told her i be home, baby girl, just keep it tight
we just some real north n+ggas, in them trentches shooting dice
what you know ’bout living reckless, out there gamblin’ with your life?
i’m a real boss, baby, so i gotta move precise
lil shorty caught me doing wrong, so i buy her what she like
take her home, she gon’ ride it with no bike
f+ck it, i could buy a b+tch, i’ll buy her twice
want another lover, you can’t live this life
just a real street n+gga, do what i like
[chorus: poundside pop]
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, with some shooters, they shoot on sight
real rich n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, my b+tch get whatever she like
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, my b+tch get whatever she like
get whatever she like
she so bad, that i just had to make her mine
made it off the block, dedicated to the grind
money, money, money, only thing that’s on my mind

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
real street n+gga, h+ll no, i don’t mind tricking on a b+tch that i like
i’m a hustling ass n+gga, getting money like riding a bike
f+ck i look like, signing for ice?
get money in a day, we sliding at night
babies with me, it look like a catfish, you know i keep a savage
say you want some work, my boy, come cop from me
everytime they cop a key, my hoes go on a shopping spree
won’t ever hear me cop a plee, come turn up, come cop a p
they know me in the club, when i walk in, don’t ever got id
all my b+tches know they thick, spent attention on my fit
couple b+tches hold me, didn’t want me, now they on my d+ck
cuban sitting on my chest, diamond link around my wrist
you don’t really think i’m rich off racks, you think i’m selling bricks
[chorus: poundside pop]
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, with some shooters, they shoot on sight
real rich n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, my b+tch get whatever she like
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real street n+gga, lil b+tch, i do what i like
real rich n+gga, my b+tch get whatever she like
get whatever she like
she so bad, that i just had to make her mine
made it off the block, dedicated to the grind
money, money, money, only thing that’s on my mind

- poundside pop lyrics

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