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pouya - copy cat lyrics

[verse 1: pouya]
stunna
b-tch i go harder than thunder
your b-tch all on my d-ck, sucking me up, just like a plunger
f-ck ’em and throw ’em away
baby bone got to get paid
it’s stopping this hustle or grinding until day
and driving the southern mercedes, y’all having babies
still gotta work, to pick up some payments
but it’s all good cuz i feel like the greatest
no one can stop me, i’m getting this paper
stop calling my phone, i don’t owe you no favors
sweet and sour pussy flavor
that b-tch is on paper
sucking and f-cking for favors
where was you when i was working so hard?
i swear to god i been on my job since i was two feet tall
i did this shit on my own, and a couple of homies i know
and a couple b-tches that blow, by me like windshield snow
we could have did something great
but now that you want to hate
i’m taking it back inside of your mom, i’ll put you back in your place
i’m not with that kissing and shit, so b-tch get out of my face
and when we f-ck she first to come like she was winning the race
but baby bone need some pay, so be patient and wait
cuz when i bust one in your eye then everything gon’ be great
got her looking like pirates, i ain’t rocking no pyrex
got a problem we can solve ’em like we taking -ssignments
waist so skinny, that pussy so fat
my homies be tilted like t.i.p.’s hat
it’s a full flex she be throwing it back
baby girl listen you missin’ the facts
it’s for the money, i gotta get that
chasing the cheese, i gotta get that
but i cannot f-ck with not one of you rats
you wanna be me, i’m noticing that, ya

[hook: pouya]
copy cat’s ain’t nothing but some wannabes
i know baby bone is who you really want to be
i gotta keep it low key cuz they jocking me
flat line ’em all, football, varsity

[verse 2: pouya]
i’d rather get broke than get money off you
not a religion but my word is true
stick ’em up, hit that boy up in his tooth
only alive when i step in the booth
i gotta do me everyday, you do you
i see everything, i know what you do
you steadily talking shit trying to be cool
acting like you are still in middle school
b-tch

[hook: pouya]
copy cat’s ain’t nothing but some wannabes
i know baby bone is who you really want to be
i gotta keep it low key cuz they jocking me
flat line ’em all, football, varsity

[verse 3: pouya]
stunna
b-tch i go harder than thunder
your b-tch all on my d-ck, sucking me up, just like a plunger
f-ck ’em and throw ’em away
baby bone got to get paid
it’s stopping this hustle or grinding until day
and driving the southern mercedes, y’all having babies
still gotta work, to pick up some payments
but it’s all good cuz i feel like the greatest
no one can stop me, i’m getting this paper
stop calling my phone, i don’t owe you no favors
sweet and sour pussy flavor
that b-tch is on paper
sucking and f-cking for favors
all of your b-tches contagious, all of my homies outrageous
get buck when you see me, everybody going crazy
none of you haters can phase me, cuz i be doing it daily
baby bone b-tch i do this shit, man i ain’t playin’

[hook: pouya]
copy cat’s ain’t nothing but some wannabes
i know baby bone is who you really want to be
i gotta keep it low key cuz they jocking me
flat line ’em all, football, varsity

[outro: pouya]
stunna
stunna
stunna
stunna
(b-tch)

- pouya lyrics

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