Pouya - Pre lyrics

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Pouya - Pre lyrics

[Verse 1: Pouya] Yuh Yuh Yuh Being Broke Made My Stomach Hurt Still Hit The Gas On They Ass Til' The Engine Burst p**y Good No Matter That My Homie Hit It First We Share Man, We Family, We Live Like A Savage But No We Ain't Claimin' No Baggage Piss On Yo' Badges Can You Imagine? 20 Years Over Some [?] That's Why We Taking Advantage Of Kids Under Pressure, Kids Under Pressure I Promise The Drugs Gone Make You Feel Better Slippin' A Pill Up In Yo Drink Gone Make You Real Clever As Well Til' Ya' Layin' In Jail True Colors Comin' Out Nobody Postin' Ya' Bail That's Ya Homie? Watch Ya Homie He A Rat I Can Tell You Only 60 Pounds When You Ain't Wearing Boots Easy Off The E Im Not Experienced In Medical Gotta Keep This Confidential I Don't Want Yo' Man Trippin', Tryna' k** Me, Tryna Bust Me In My Temple Im A Young Ass Mack, sh** Im Still Growin' Pimples Catch A Full Grown Nut To Yo' Dimples Can It Be That It Was All So Simple I Ain't Got No Kids But You Can Still Call Me Daddy I Like It When We Ride In The 84' Caddy Bumpin' Illmatic, With Yo' Hands All Up In My Khakis I Woke Up From A Nap And You Still A Ho? You The Reason For The Cliché, Never Ever Trust A Ho If Obama Couldn't Do It, Then The Change Won't Come At The End Of The Day We All Still Scums, Im A Bum Haven't Showered In A Minute, Gross Ass b**h Still Gone Let Me In It She Even Let Me Finish Right By Ha' Neck Kevin Garnett, Anything Is Possible I'm Sick And Cold, I Got Popsicle Cells Ima' See You When I See You And I Know That We Gone Rot In Hell Beat The p**y Like A 808, Fade Away Feelings No I Cannot Be Ya' Dinner Date Light Em' Up Light Em' Up Then We Fly Away Move Licks Like It's 1998 South Side Slugs With A Westcoast b**h But The b**h Ain't Impressed Cause I Came Too Quick But What Do You Expect When The p**y So Thick, Horny Motherf**er On Some Quagmire sh** I'm A Family Guy, Do It For My Mama, Do It For The Deep Fried Rice, Benihanas Do It For The Kid That Got Bullied In School Do It For The Bully That's Packin' The Tool And That's Real, f** How You Feel You Ain't Paying My Bills, Then f** Yo' Opinion And f** How You Livin' You Shouldn't Be Breathing, This One's For The Children You Bringin' The Piece Or You Packin' It? I Got What You Need In My Cabinet Baby Bone Is Money Makin' Advocate So Respect My Grind, Gotta' Go Get Mine What The f** Is You On, Never Be Fumblin', Never Droppin' The Ball Clutch Like My Dirty Ass Honda, Motherf** Em' Hit His Ass With Lava, Poof Disappear Like Wanda, Drop The Top Reappear Like Cosmo Dip Down The Block, With The Glock In My Sock Don't Stop Til' I'm At The Top Gettin' Top From A Top Notch Thot I'm A Raging Water Rapper Rapper, I Got Too Many Flows Too Many Rappers Wanna' Know, How I Do What I Do When I Do It Style Like A Condom, C-Man Wanna' Use It I'm Out For Everyone, And You Know Where I Get It From 305, MIA Where LeBron Still Play But My Homies Don't You Can Get Ya' Cap Pilled Quicker Than A Rodeo And Ya' Know It Ho, You Hella Ugly When You Off The Blow Maybe Cause Ya' Had No Connection With Dad Growin' Up I Guess That's The Reason These Hoes f**in' Up

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