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pouya - shotz from the double glock lyrics

intro

[verse1: pouya]
pouya & nell bout to put a spell
on you mothaf-ckin haters, sendin em straight to h-ll
man, i cannot tell, you, on how we work
on this music, not a b-tch, i don’t even flirt
yeah, she open her skirt, and let me slide right in
not f-ckin this b-tch, im f-ckin some twins, from the start to the end, im goin in

[verse2: nell]
put the skrilla on the table, i make it in an instant
chasin’ paper, i got these n-ggas hatin from a distance
spit crack when im lifted, miss me if it ain’t business
you don’t know who your friends is, till you puttin them years in
but im bout of the millions
might run down be in your town like a pilgrim, new era game aapes up in the mothaf-ckin’ buildin’

[verse3: pouya]
spittin that fire like cigarette packs, b-tches they know and we all up in our stacks
f-ck em, and leave em, and never come back
you feenin for d-ck like they feenin for crack
up in the street, nell get the mac, 10
problems we solven em fast
suck on my d-ck, and kiss on my -ss, ain’t gonna smoke but still part of the plan
the thicker the p-ssy, the fatter the -ss
the haters want beef, but im bringing them back
all of you haters are so f-ckin wack
shout out to nell for gettin this track
up on the map, i dont f-ck with rats
im runnin this sh-t like you runnin in track
you talkin that sh-t, ima give you a smack
we come to yo crib and we eat all yo snacks

[verse4: nell]
back on the scene, chasing the dream, moving that green, pourin that lean
pointin the beam, scope from the top
bullets gonna fling, and bodies gonna drop
yall ain’t f-ckin with mac 10
mac 10, go to clappin, in black land, whats happenin
bad b-tch on my mattress
strip her then kick her from outta the crib
hit from the back and im catchin the grip
hittin the spliff, this how i live, pouya tell them b-tches what it is

[verse5: pouya]
f-ckin, i’m buckin, and haters be duckin, cause you know im bustin, and f-ckin it up
i dont give a f-ck, im spittin these bars, and these lyrics all up in a rush
i gotta crush, all the paper stacks, get on my cash and get it from my ash
told that b-tch to kiss my -ss
she a ho, so i p-ss her -ss to my homies, no food at the crib so i guess its bread and baloney
b-tches phony
dont f-ck with the 4 bad b-tches on me

[verse6: nell]
bad b-tch, no shirt, f-ck hoes, get blow
spittin this flame when im lit off the dro
kickin like this cause this what i know
you n-ggas g-y and im hittin it so
f-ckin her fast and then i get slow
grippin the tech, and hittin yo neck, we livin in cheques and im from the 4

[verse7: pouya]
hittin my flow, but what do ya know, im bout my dough
i’m sendin an -ss-ssin to your front door
keepin it low key, talkin to me? mia where i be
f-ck with me, now my condos, gas and a whip, so i can’t go far, dont laugh at my plans, i mean im the mans
hoes on my d-ck, dont you understand

[outro: pouya&nell]

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