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urbane - hold my pot lyrics

[intro: nicholas brunson]
ha, yeah, aw sh-t, haha yeah
la la la ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
la la la la la ah ah ah ah ah

[verse 1: nicholas brunson]
and they wonder why i’m smiling
dressing like a thousand islands
black bean socks on and they match the color of my iris
rocking out to miley cyrus (party in the usa)
life of a mixed kid, walking two fisted
got the pelicans and they views all twisted
didn’t pay attention, sucks that you missed it
should of insisted, i said what i just did
a girl in the hand’s, worth two at the bar
but i think i’d rather shoot for a menage a trois
or a late night in the back seat of a car
where the h-ll you put your panties, i don’t know where they are
fresh -ss tee shirt, worn out slip-ons
don’t bite my style, it’s too late for you to get on
sh-t’s too symbolic, i know how to rock this
calm down, get back, nerdy n-ggas got this

[verse 2: ewan lindo]
tag me in, jumping like pogo
ten black belts couldn’t kick it in our dojo
let my jeans sag, fitted cap on
a crazy lazy motherf-cker who likes capcom
let it cool, if you want a piece of pie
i gotta touch the ceiling if i wanna touch the sky
well, i guess i’m halfway there
shorty looking at me, but i try not to stare
part of urbane, i’m never rolling dolo
turn an eight sideways, n-gga that’s the logo
check it, it’s more like the catchphrase
all chips in, but it’s difficult to get laid
that n-gga m-ssive, bringing out the best inside of me
yeah i f-cking love him, but it’s like a sibling rivalry
and ya’ll n-ggas can’t see what i’m gon’ do
quit dipping in my cheese, n-gga this ain’t fondue

- urbane lyrics

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