Mack Maine - Poo Shoota Flow lyrics

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Mack Maine - Poo Shoota Flow lyrics

[Verse:] Fresh up that new a** hole, you hear? Fresh up poo shooter, I cop two ruggers, Don't make me spray or aimin things at yo soup coolers I f** with real n***as, like the izzle Fo shizzle my nizzle, get the f** out my grizzle, I'm a grizzly, I'm roaming through the forest, I don't really know no chorus Wuzzup big booty Dolore? She living round the corner from the florist With my man made get her flowers, n***as f**ing around, my people will coming and shoot you's, regular powders, So now the case be closed, cause they think it was drug related And n***as know that I get the cake and the thugs don't hate it Real n***as they congratulate, they happy to see I made it, At least one of us have made this sh**, I be love saving sh**, Real n***a, all day, freestyle in the hallway, Feeling like I'm juvy, wussup with Sean with that bootie? Till I come over here she a cutie, what's up Red? What's up with that heat? Yeah, we can do it right here on the sofa, we don't need no bed, Shouts out to moddie, that boy keeping the shawty, But I round in Maserati, in old school huaraches, n***a don't want beef with me and my people Yeah we real, we just cup out the license, man our weapons they concealed But we got dirty browners, for when it's time to get real gangsta n***as hella ancient, but picture that I'm painting And I'm feeling like I paint I'm like Pica**o, Me and my n***as ride around in the Gallardos Excuse me, Murcielagos, look n***a that's a Lambo Tied up and mask up and wagged up like Rambo, Who the f** thinkin they got that ammo, My shots yea they camo, I come through and blast at your flannel Brains all over your shirt like you waste spaghetti Slow down, don't blow the whistle yet cause he ain't ready n***as know I'm like Freddy when I come through In your lil dreams give you nightmares that make a n***a scream Yea Dreams & Nightmares like I was Meek Millie A lot of these hoes silly Shouts out to all my b**hes out there up in Philly Someone but be more, they got their raises under their tongue And some of these little n***as 15 they got a gun, So they ain't got no license, they had one since they was 12, And n***a blast off that molly and send yo b**h a** to hell, I got real n***as ouchea, that's ready to prevail Shouts out to my n***a Tyrell, yea my n***a Lil Travell He out there on the pole, still shooting at the door You f** around with Lamar, that boy that quick to spot, Yeah that's my dog, we went to high school together, used to cheat So f** it, what ya'll talkin bout n***a? We run the streets, here out in Cali Since we was bumping them balis We was just talking about they about this, I'm like yeah n***a they belly, I f** up n***a really And I don't like these no ratlers, See me and my n***a we gone gone going back to... Kali n***a [Outro:] Freestyle champ I'm just like f**in around light one up f**in around, I don't f** around Fresh out that a** hole n***a was all the lil p**y in here All the time I was like You understand me? I was in the in the right hole I was like uh you my first, uh you my first And when I went off in that pool shots in Oh no, you my hood You heard me, all these real n***as you understand out there You understand? I know my people listening so I can't really like go off high Wanna go off though, f** with me This just the appetizer n***a The next one the entrée, food for thought Real n***a tho Oh Haly Grove Wop you did that one Rest in peace k**a stone yea

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