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letra de intro - pouya

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[shotz from the double glock]
pouya and nell ’bout to put a spell
on you mothaf-ckin’ haters, sendin’ ’em straight to h-ll

[feel where i’m coming from]
in this b-tch, i plan to be rich
with the fl!ck of the wrist, i be

[don’t sleep on me hoe]
don’t sleep on me, ho

batcave in this b-tch and you haters is slow and the

[g hits]
we versatile, f-ckin’ your b-tch and i’m rippin’ and dippin’ and runnin’ a thousand miles
peelin’ my weapon, she suckin’ the d-ck, and i’m lovin’ it
got a smile on my face

[lyrical saints]
better than most so why not boast across the season?
coast to coast, we float like boats

[max]
to the car, driver pulled out
congratulations, you one of us now
he wasn’t proud, this life he had, he didn’t

[goofy goobers]
time the charm
baby girl, slide (slide), don’t be alarmed

[may i]
bumpin’ the phonk with the base in the trunk
got a couple of homies in back with the pump
slide, put ’em up when the po-po roll slow, peep through the window

[indigob]
call my homie up, pick him up in the pick-up truck
four in the

[hold up]
to get profit to put in my pocket, the bands up like rockets
i’ll never be sloppin’, i’m knockin’ and rockin’ this sh-t

[say h-llo]
305 where you can find me
all of my b-tches, they wearin’

[breathe]
it’s pouya, ho
and i pull ya ho
don’t test me, ho
’cause i be schoolin’ hoes
who you foolin’, ho?
you droolin’ with the

[get buck]
smart stunnas up in this sh-t, don’t trip
hit a l!ck for the liq’ for the b-tch
she sip on the drink to the point she can’t think (yuh)
brainless, famous for the head she givin’
no payin’, hear what i’m sayin’
lil’ pouya

don’t test me, poppin’ the [?] this gon’ get messy
only hopin’ you get the message
just know that my homeboys will take your breath quick

there’s no compet-tion, i’m rippin’ these rappers
they claimin’ they realer, but really, they actors
creatin’ these slappers for homies to vibe
there may be some b-tches i’m goin’ inside, they love me
i swear to god, only said three words then we hit it off
“get buck,” mothaf-cka, let’s set it off

pouya, ho, double s, i rep it
she fallin’ in love, when she see me, she breathless
ridin’ down the city on my mothaf-ckin’ deathwish

[?] now it’s on, now it’s on, now it’s on

- pouya

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