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pouya – pre lyrics

[verse 1: pouya]
yuh
yuh
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being broke made my stomach hurt
still hit the gas on they -ss til’ the engine burst
p-ssy good no matter that my homie hit it first
we share man, we family, we live like a savage
but no we ain’t claimin’ no baggage
p-ss on yo’ badges
can you imagine?
20 years over some [?]
that’s why we taking advantage
of kids under pressure, kids under pressure
i promise the drugs gone make you feel better
slippin’ a pill up in yo drink gone make you real clever
as well til’ ya’ layin’ in jail
true colors comin’ out n0body postin’ ya’ bail
that’s ya homie? watch ya homie he a rat i can tell
you only 60 pounds when you ain’t wearing boots
easy off the e im not experienced in medical
gotta keep this confidential
i don’t want yo’ man trippin’, tryna’ k!ll me, tryna bust me in my temple
im a young -ss mack, sh-t im still growin’ pimples
catch a full grown nut to yo’ dimples
can it be that it was all so simple
i ain’t got no kids
but you can still call me daddy
i like it when we ride in the 84′ caddy bumpin’ illmatic, with yo’ hands all up in my khakis
i woke up from a nap and you still a ho?
you the reason for the cliché, never ever trust a ho
if obama couldn’t do it, then the change won’t come at the end of the day
we all still sc-m, im a bum
haven’t showered in a minute, gross -ss b-tch still gone let me in it
she even let me finish
right by ha’ neck
kevin garnett, anything is possible
i’m sick and cold, i got popsicle cells
ima’ see you when i see you and i know that we gone rot in h-ll
beat the p-ssy like a 808, fade away feelings
no i cannot be ya’ dinner date
light em’ up light em’ up then we fly away
move l!cks like it’s 1998
south side slugs with a westcoast b-tch
but the b-tch ain’t impressed cause i came too quick
but what do you expect when the p-ssy so thick
h-rny motherf-cker on some quagmire sh-t
i’m a family guy, do it for my mama, do it for the deep fried rice, benihanas
do it for the kid that got bullied in school
do it for the bully that’s packin’ the tool
and that’s real, f-ck how you feel
you ain’t paying my bills, then f-ck yo’ opinion and f-ck how you livin’
you shouldn’t be breathing, this one’s for the children
you bringin’ the piece or you packin’ it?
i got what you need in my cabinet
baby bone is money makin’ advocate
so respect my grind, gotta’ go get mine
what the f-ck is you on, never be fumblin’, never droppin’ the ball
clutch like my dirty -ss honda, motherf-ck em’ hit his -ss with lava, poof
disappear like wanda, drop the top reappear like cosmo
dip down the block, with the glock in my sock
don’t stop til’ i’m at the top gettin’ top from a top notch thot
i’m a raging water rapper rapper, i got too many flows
too many rappers wanna’ know, how i do what i do when i do it
style like a condom, c-man wanna’ use it
i’m out for everyone, and you know where i get it from
305, mia where lebron still play but my homies don’t
you can get ya’ cap pilled quicker than a rodeo
and ya’ know it ho, you h-lla ugly when you off the blow
maybe cause ya’ had no connection with dad growin’ up
i guess that’s the reason these hoes f-ckin’ up

- pouya lyrics

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