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letra de pourin up - smokingskul

[verse 1: smokingskul]
po-pourin’ up drop when i’m in the yo, yeah
might rob a n-gga, ‘fore i do the show, yeah, hey
might rob a n-gga, f-ck, yeah
i’m too faded, pour me up
it’s a perc’ inside this cup
n-ggas tryna talk down, tell ‘em i don’t give a f-ck
don’t care if it ain’t the bread
tryna come back, that sh-t dead
they ain’t ever give me cred’
these n-ggas gon’ talk to fed
[verse 2: percatric]
ha, ha, ha-ha, ha
i’m a real n-gga, don’t f-ck with feds, i’m not jace
n-ggas stealing the swag, they just copy and paste
if a glock on my hip, then you getting erased
d-mn, my plug just quit on me, say he need a raise
i don’t play ‘bout my paper, need that in a haste
b-tch, i feel like i’m uno, i slide with the rake
i’m a thief, not a charity, i’m gon’ get by
just take yo bread, then run off
i’m not talking no stance, talking sl!ck get you socked
catch a hollow to go, there’s no need for a box
n-gga thought he had xan’, gave that boy a pop rock
if you up it on me, best shoot soon as the shot clock
with yo hoe i’m dababy, i just want the bop
i can’t rub on no cl-t, i feel like silkk the shock’
i’m not cuffin’ no thottie that just wanna hold me hard
if the glock get the jammin’, you finna get mopped
and you not in the field, boy, you not a f-cking crop
in the tahoe, i feel like barrack
if you hop on the dots and sell you gon’ get dropped
put yo homie on google, i slide ‘bout that chrome
got a load out like siege, b-tch, i’m bad to the bone
throw a bullet like patrick if you slide to my home
rob the plug and come back like i did nothing wrong
i’m a leader, you follow, so just play your role
i’m the top of my class, b-tch, i got honor roll
i’m not talking ‘bout the instrument, let’s rock n’ roll
b-tch, i’m not a lawn chair, n-gga, i do not fold
and i make the rules, n-gga, don’t do what i’m told
talking down on my name, now you dead and you gone
d-mn, son, where’d you find this?
and my verse is not free my n-gga, there is a toll
where is my money, i pull out the bl!ck
n-gga, pay what you owe
i can’t hold an exclusive, man, i be the host
smoking blacks like the klan, b-tch, i feel like i’m smok’
and i’m smoking that good gas, make you—, choke
you not my friend, n-gga, you is my foe
in the trap getting rich, n-gga, but, no i’m not foe
ima shoot that boy down when i’m uppin’ the pole
hit him with the skadoosh, b-tch, i feel like i’m po
b-tch, i’m hitting the jets when i’m spitting the po’
hit yo mans with the stick, now he leaking elmo
hit yo hoe with the d, i feel like a savage
she said, “it’s too good”
i told her, “i know”
run down with that stick outside, i feel like a hobo (d-mn, where he go?)
[verse 3: percatric]
you thought i was finished, no, b-tch, i’m not done
hit ‘em with the, “get over here,” you cannot run
tell that hoe, cannot kick if i’m not slapping buns
i’m in love with the sushi but it give the runs
that means put ‘em on the plate, he gon’ get chopped
b-tch, i feel like i’m yeat, skrt the tonk’ off the lot
now my ex want the d-ck cause she see i’m gon’ pop
ima slime out yo brudda, i’m wiping the snot
you was tough on the net, n-gga, something you not
spitting bars like i’m seuss, i’m the cat with the mac
i knew that sh-t flew over your head, run it back
lil b-tch i’m a star and i’m gon’ stay on track
b-tch, i feel like birdman, with my name, have respect
put the beam on that chop, might aim at his neck
i might f-ck on yo shawty, i dip like, “who’s next?”
off the dome i go sober, i don’t need a bean
b-tch, i feel like i’m [?], b-tch, you not on my team
one puff of my blunt and you cough and you wheeze
one puff of my blunt and you gon’ go to sleep
i’m not talking no shoe but n-gga, you got laced
n-gga l!cking his lips like it got funny taste
ima watch him pass out, watch that boy meet his fate

- smokingskul

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