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letra de torch - pouya & fat nick

[chorus: pouya]
sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how i live
i got a few dollas on me, man i gotta get on my sh-t
selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a porsche
all these rappers know that the underground underdog hold the torch
don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
you ain’t ’bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
i’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how i live
i got a few dollas on me, man i gotta get on my sh-t
selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a porsche
all these rappers know that the underground underdog hold the torch
don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
you ain’t ’bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
i’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[verse 1: fat nick]
drink a pint a night, so all my nightmares getting worse
p-ssy boy don’t want it man, this uzi d-ck gon’ burst
triple six forever, b-tch, my lonely soul is cursed
and i’m only gettin’ money, swervin’ porsches on the road
b-tch i’m so twisted, these perkys i’m taking
got love for no b-tch, so h-ll no i’m not caking
your clique, they all faking, you people are hating
i’m six-figure stuntin’, my chain it keep weighin’
totin’, my nina is spraying
my money stay piling, yours vacant
no fronts, b-tch i only do payments
f-ck the show up ’til the blood hits the pavement

[hook: pouya]
sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how i live
i got a few dollas on me, man i gotta get on my sh-t
selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a porsche
all these rappers know that the underground underdog hold the torch
don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
you ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
i’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[verse 2: pouya]
she told me to go to h-ll, i told her i’m already on my way over there
ain’t n-body care
keep a gun on me cause life ain’t fair, i swear
these hoes wanna get to my share
got cash on me, i’m no square
underground underdog, better beware when i geeked on these rappers right under their chair
f-ck you and yo mama b-tch
i cannot relate little b-tch
i’m sick of these faces, b-tch
everyone wanna be famous, b-tch
ftp, b-tch, suck my d-ck
f-ck around, get hit with the stick
underground underdog run around with a gun deep in my drawers

- pouya fat nick

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