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letra de pour up - ladell parks

[hook: bempy madd]

about to pour another four up
if you blowing gas in this b-tch than roll up
if you popping bottles in this b-tch than
pour up, pour up, pour up
if you popping bottles in this b-tch than
pour up
about to pour another four up
if you blowing gas in this b-tch than roll up
if you popping bottles in this b-tch than
pour up, pour up, pour up
if you popping bottles in this b-tch than
pour up

[verse 1: bempy madd]

got gas in this b-tch
go ahead and roll up
bottle after bottle after bottle
getting torn up
gang in this mother f-cker
and you should know us
any given time any moment it can go up
told them stop hating n-gga
go and get some paper
all l do is chase a bag
you ain’t with it, see ya later
all this money get the throwing
it ain’t sh-t to get the blowing
all these n-ggas turn to opps
we popping rocks and get the scoring
hold up wait a minute
this ain’t that, this ain’t rap
get that stacks, spend that and than
get that back turn up
and just kick back with all my n-ggas
one pouring up
one rolling up more swishers
anybody want it you know where to come get us
must l remind you these n-ggas ain’t f-cking with us
bad b-tches all on a n-gga
we pouring up all the liquor ah

[hook]

[verse 2: mic]

yeah
okay in the rover with an o-z
raw papers and a four of promethazine
all my homies got some bottles and got h-lla weed
to every female with a nikki we got what you need
only henne on occasion it some d’uss
b-tch i ain’t sippin nothing that you bought with loose change
look imma f-ck around and pull up in a new range
have every body looking at me like that boy strange
house party got ya hoe up in the hall way
so many rooms i told that b-tch just pick a door way
she picked a door we opened up and skipped the foreplay
i had her dripping like some fiji on versace
oh
all my bills gotta blue ribbon
i thank the lord for days given
this ain’t luck this is god given
now tip your cup for the souls taken

[hook]

[verse 3: ladell parks]

pour up, go up, throw up
let’s get it
9 out of 10
hoes said l hit it
cake wanna f-cking hate on me
what’s new
don’t act like you my friend so f-ck you
but shout out to broly though
he cool
n-ggas wanna hate
i don’t give a flying f-ck
all l do is count stacks
and by stacks l means racks
them same racks your girl f-cking so me last night
and l beat p-ssy right
i beat it all night
i’m in that sh-t like it’s f-cking fight night
well d-mn n-gga
(d-mn d-mn)
alright
ladell hoes know’s flows
how’s it goes
chicks out here ain’t
taking birth control
they sliding on the pole
just like a tuna roll
n-ggas wanna hate
i don’t a flying soul
so sit back relax and watch me
hit the bowl
yeah

[hook]

- ladell parks

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