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pouya - seven figure habits كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ayo lil mexico, pass the gas

[verse 1: fat nick]
they want the old fat nick, back on bullsh_t
popped a lot of percs now i pop a lot of glocks
if you see a bad b_tch, i f_cked her and all her friends
i spent my money on some guns, got some diamonds and some drip
this a seven figure habit, [?] can’t get a casket
i been rich for way too long, these is facts i don’t be braggin’
see that porsche roof drop, 556 pop
every ig model want my d_ck but they get cropped
in the club twenty bottles of that hen’ i pop ’em off
in the streets .30 clip, who or where, we let ’em off
this a big body, we spin on anybody
and we ain’t movin’ half bricks, wе talkin’ big money
the h_llcat makе a lot of noise, sound like a glock shot
your man, he talk a lot of sh_t but he a broke f_ck
sendin’ opps to the grave by the dump truck
if you the last man standin’ have the pole tucked
it’s a blitz when i pull up, [?] when i pull off
if that b_tch ain’t suckin’ d_ck i tell that hoe to pause and skrrt off
you broke, don’t want no issues
my pistol come with some tissues
these perkies don’t make me miss you
you thuggin’ so keep it with you
remix sprite, yeah, these bullets might, yeah
these diamonds bright, yeah, keep duckin’ it’s on sight, yeah
road runnin’ demon, chop a pack, ain’t never catch me lackin’
ain’t need no scammin’ just to get my bands up, what i’m stackin’
[verse 2: pouya]
baby bone put 24’s on that vogue
you b_tches still whippin’ volvos
fanboys take photos
hoes take they clothes off and offer me bl_wj_bs for nothin’
you expect me not to accept?
how you get me naked and then you come for my neck?
every move i make is calculated, all for the set
as the hate grows, as do the bankrolls
so we keep everything from mac_10s to flamethrowers
too deep in the hv yellin’ “why the f_ck you hate me?”
i just wanna make my money and music [?]
so i keep it off safety
know my enemies wanna take me
six feet underneath the ground but it don’t f_ckin’ phase me
yeah i walk a tightrope knowin’ one day i will fall off
but until then, keep the gloves on
might hit a f_ckboy with a crowbar
then run away like i was [?]
i peeled off in a minivan
i’m feelin’ like i’m jackie chan
i do my stunts, i stack my bands
i split it up with friends and fam
i thank the lord for all my fans
i pray i’m never broke again
i’ve been through h_ll and back again
i’ll never let the devil in my soul
a hundred bands for the benz, runnin’ over picket fences
potholes and bullet holes, put f_ckboys in trenches
i got goals i gotta reach before i’m 37
b_tch it’s kevin, motherf_cker
give a f_ck about a reverend, only prayin’ to myself, yuh

- pouya

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