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pouya - uma lyrics

verse 1 (pouya)
test the water, ya daughter get slaughtered
i can get to you where you can get from your father
running ’round and doing all the things that i taught ya
being a slut in the middle of kansas
shooting 47’s outta the banshee
yuh, i know these rappers can’t stand me
so sit down like a b-tch, play your part and watch me
b-lls out, get sloppy, come fine everywhere
i don’t care, i’ma do whatever whenever
your head gets severed if you playing with me
yuh, i do this shit in my sleep
yuh, adrenaline in my teeth
as i learn more, and the clock ticks
looking around the circle, gon’ make my heart sick
and your body pics, do not help at all
but that don’t mean i don’t wanna come inside and see you doll
let me feel your walls, my d-ck claustrophobic
you could be my only omen (b-tch)

verse 2 (mikey the magician)
f-ck what you heard, but it probably happened
i’m in kansas, with the verses in canvas
came and got them [?], taking pictures with the canon
and i mouth a couple xanax cause my sleeping schedule vanished
pouya brought the hoes, he signing titties in the corner
but i’d rather sit alone and sip a couple of coronas
my girl waiting for me down south
i mean, i could get my d-ck sucked and kick a groupie out
but f-ck being a mac, i think my mind is changing now
and i ain’t no kawhi, san antonio is foul
i never had a brother, but i think i made a couple
germ and nick now they my family
pouya pull up in the caddy with a shotgun
but i blow his brains out
cause this lifestyle wild and it’s only getting worse
than the suicidal thoughts that you envisioned from your birth
put a pistol in my hands and give myself what i deserve, b-tch

verse 3 (pouya)
(yuh, yuh, yuh)
so i came out the dirt like uma
get more money then i’m use to
f-ck you mean my team is the future?
i done f-cked a million hoes up on my computer
still ride around the city on the razor scooter
your b-tch begging me to call her an uber
she tired of f-cking these losers
but i’m not the one that’s gon’ choose her

(h-ll no, you know whats up, we in f-cking kansas, in the middle f-cking god d-mn nowhere, still rapping in this shit)

wanna have a conversation? better come correct
i don’t give a f-ck about your life
i want you to cut my check
d-mn, you so cool taking pictures with your cigarette
how can you lure me when we never met?
i ain’t gonna lie, you look good on the internet
see your -ss in real life and you really just a simpleton
special aid rappers talking bout i’m not a lyricist
keep on talking sideways, you best be diligent
i started getting money and i never wanna finish it
finna buy my momma something cause i’m really feeling it
commissary for my brother, get some tuna fish
told that b-tch “whats up? you acting like a lunatic”
she tried to slap me in my face so i hit her with a pool stick
she started crying balling like a b-tch
telling me that i’m full of shit
chicken and beer on your breath, b-tch you smell like ludacris

(f-ck you, you stupid b-tch, suck a d-ck, b-tch)

- pouya lyrics

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