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letra de pour it up - s god

[hook: s god]
double everything i got, f-ck you thought? i’m a baller b-tch
molly bop with my glock, i can’t stop getting rich
throw that -ss right on my lap
you know where the f-ck i’m at
210, my set on the map
smg we runnin’ rap
holla back b-tch if you know what’s up
got a pretty face and a bubble b-tt
holla back b-tch if you tryna cut
get up on your back, put one leg up
so
pour it up aye yeah
pour it up aye yeah
pour it up aye yeah
pour it up aye yeah

[verse 1: s god]
imma k!ll the game, better run for your life
come for the fame and i come for your hype
better know the name, i’m a thief in the night
we are not the same, b-tch i’m doin’ it right
ride with a d-ck and i let that sh-t bang
iced out my venom, it drip from the fang
f-ck what you heard, i’m the best out right now
rollie on my wrist and it’s bust down, iced out
check the drip
he talkin’ crazy i deck the b-tch
extra lit
b-tches wanna hit ’cause i’m fresh as sh-t
pretty my fit
idiot quit
ride with a clip
never gon’ miss
i’m not a cop but i’m cuffin’ your b-tch
way too legit
ice on my fist
diamonds is black like a solar eclipse

[hook: s god, (a1-legory)]
double everything i got, f-ck you thought? i’m a baller b-tch
molly bop with my glock, i can’t stop getting rich
throw that -ss right on my lap
you know where the f-ck i’m at
210, my set on the map
smg we runnin’ rap
holla back b-tch if you know what’s up
got a pretty face and a bubble b-tt
holla back b-tch if you tryna cut
get up on your back, put one leg up
so
pour it up aye yeah
(pour it up)
pour it up aye yeah
(pour it up)
pour it up aye yeah
(pour it up)
pour it up aye yeah
(pour it up)

[verse 2: a1-legory]
so i pour it up in my cup and i sit back
but i gotta find another way to relax
i coulda sat in a chair a bands
just to flair the racks
but that ain’t me, i ain’t that
p-ss the gat
imma sip away with all of that
you don’t wanna p-ss the money then i’ll p-ss a day
find a sway and it’s all okay
used to bang az but that ain’t me
no way
only the homies and shooters can stay
i’m a lil white boy
bu harder than a decision of a rock and a hard place
hit, call it collision
i hit with precision
as long as you say that we in it
only the homies and b-tches get digits
everyone else gets one middle finger ’till i die
come and get some yeah

[outro: s god]
pour it up for me
pour it up for me
pour it up for me
pour it up for me, yeah
pour it up for me, yeah, aye, yuh

- s god

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