Young Drummer Boy - Pouring Liquor lyrics

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Young Drummer Boy - Pouring Liquor lyrics

[Verse 1: King Lil G] My Mother Kicked Me Out The House When I Was 17 Chalked Up Bodies, Gun Shots - Enemies Momma I'm Corrupted With The World Momma I'm Corrupted By These Girls I Believe In God & Them Serious Things She Believes In Cars & Material Things I Wanna See What's Really Deep Down In Your Soul See If Your Dreams Reach Down To My Soul Cause None Of Em Was Ever Loyal Trust Issues, That's The Reason Why I'm Paranoid I'll Never Fear d**h And That's A Promise You Should Be Afraid Of Fake Prophets Who Make Profit The Lames Gossip, They Hate Progress I'm A Make You Reconsider Whose L.A.'s Hottest You Never Got To Hear My First Demo Record Labels Said I'm Talkin' Way Too Much About The Ghetto It's A Ghetto Cold World Where I Come From They Only Call My Phone When They Want Somethin' [Hook: Drummer Boy] Aye, Sippin On That Olde English Forty Got Me On Some sh** Pouring Liquor For My Dead Homies Got Me Feeling Like La-La-La-La-La-La-La Got Me Feeling Like La-La-La-La-La-La-La Got Me Feeling Like [Verse 2: Emc Senatra] Lately I Been Feeling Like The World's Against Me Everybody Hating On Me Like The World Against Me Only Got A Few Homies Cause The Rest Are Filthy Keep My Circle Real Tight With All The Enemies Close See I'm Searching For A Life Where We Can Chill & Smoke Where We Can Be Around The People To Us Meant The Most That We Lost Off In The World That They Said Was Cold But Talking All Depressed To Me Is Really Getting Old Cause I Seen A Lot Of Things And I Ain't Spoke A Word But It Change The Way I Think When I Smoke The Herb Now They Hating Cause I Made It b**h Don't Act Spoiled And Don't Call Me Conceited Just Cause I Live Royal Yall Remember When Yall Did Me Dirty? Forgot Who You Asked For Help Cause Your Pockets Hurting See I Ain't Got Nobody Here Who Am I Run To? I Wish I Had My Family With Me Cause I Love You But I'm A Cut Whoever Off That Be Trying To Leech They Never Notice That They Need You Till You Finally Leave [Hook: Drummer Boy] Aye, Sippin On That Olde English Forty Got Me On Some sh** Pouring Liquor For My Dead Homies Got Me Feeling Like La-La-La-La-La-La-La Got Me Feeling Like La-La-La-La-La-La-La Got Me Feeling Like

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