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pouya - not the one lyrics

i’m not the one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t (x4)

what you talkin ’bout? there’s no compet-tion
you disqualified cause you been actin like some b-tches
got your main hoe on the way to the studio, we finna make a hit and she gon hit the crew
treat the p-ssy like a football toss it got the b-tch leaking like faucet left that ??? you inside of the house, come out the crib you not saying sh-t now ??? he laying you down, broke the xbox i’m not playing around, she loving my words my urban sound, got what i need stole the visa i’m out

i ain’t never heard no one, n0body harder than me
catch me chillin feelin like a million riding the beat
they been sleeping on me imma wake ’em up with the heat
slap my meat upon your face if you ain’t f-cking with me
like a b-tch touching herself man imma always do me
droppin the drop top feeling the breeze she pray ??? now the b-tch on her knees yuh
and i still can’t stand ’em eat that box till i got no stamina if you my homie you really just family, i know these rappers can’t stand me yuh

i’m not the one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t (x4)

flawda boy till the death of me yuh
cooking these rappers up, no recipe yuh
insanity flowing thru my brain once the money start to coming in the people start to change
and i’m clutch every corner yeah i’m cold like the pole, only 19 but my b-tch is way older, ain’t gon repeat what i already told ya talkin that sh-t that imma call up my soldiers lazyboys know we done fold up, texas style when i hold them legs all up on my shoulder yuh
i told ya now she off the soda telling me i own her
now i actin like i don’t know her stole her rover pick the homie up
ridin p-ss all these lames trynna merge in my lane
got no time for your mane and that bogus sh-t you claim
give me the green and there’s really no stopping me
baby bone nasty but f-ck your b-tch properly
tired of sinning and living in the poverty
lay in the sun and you still won’t be hot as me
gotta do me even tho that you copying me
stealing my style you committing a robbery but it’s all good cause i got your b-tch topping me you better believe that she doing it sloppy

i’m not the one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t
one for none of that f-ck sh-t (x4)

- pouya lyrics

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