Pouya - 241 lyrics

[Hook/Verse1: Pouya] YUH p**y boy with his back to the front Bruce Lee me a b**h, imma punt me a c*nt I'm a ho to the world man f** every one of you I cannot lose, grab my money and stun on you I'm at the beach, beating my meat In front of your wife, she calling police There's a perv on the lose, Germ off the goose Shotgun co*k back and blow off your caboose And now you gotta stand when you sh** Cause your bu*t cheeks don't feel right on the toilet You want my dick so much Imma put it through the zipper hole you might as well hold it Hold up one second I think you need therapy Maybe a reverend try a psychotherapist Or maybe that's all for me, everything Nothing is wrong with me [Verse 2: Germ] I'm real hot, moving slow Off a couple of Xanax Call my partners up and we load the guns And then shot the government annex up Cause they don't love us So it's f** the cops, til they pick up My papi, what's the plot Take over the blunt no matter the cost b**h I'm a mack My heart is black b**h by my side she got that mac It match my blackjack Three cans in my backpack Lay your a** on wax When I'm drowning in the sustenance Boy I love it No discussions Your discusses ain't got no substance [Verse 3: Mikey The Magician] If you touch my b**h, imma f** you up Super thick in the whip she don't buckle up Imma shut you up, I ain't bust a nut You better hurry up, you ain't working up Hands free blue tooth, talking to my other ho I met her in Atlanta, Georgia, I ain't using rubber though She was acting too sweet so she s**ed me up in Peachtree Presidential p**y, Happy Birthday Mr. Kennedy I ain't Aaron Rodgers, but I keep my pack right Watch me take your corner grab the toolie make you act right I ain't flipping gpex, now I'm flipping beat packs Made a couple thousand off the dope I flipped a week back And I keep my seat back Just in case these players wanna fire back I no rather burn a rat b**h I be Bobby Flay I'll whip a quesadilla that'll make her crack an ándale [Hook]