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pouya – six speed كلمات اغاني

[intro]
mtm, hit ’em with the heat

[verse 1: pouya]
i’m back in a cycle
feel like a psycho
feel like i’m michael, yuh
don’t look at my bread, don’t look at my whip
take a look at my fico, yuh
i’m pacing and thinking of robbing a bank with the homies i hang with
these hoes wanna make it, the bank or the banquet
come hang with the gang get shady
drunk drive in a mercedes
.45 on the hip daily
screaming out “f-ck you pay me”
i ain’t patient, i got ocd
feel like i’m not controlling me
still them hoes gon’ fall for me
p-ssy that they offer me is often not too luxury
but let me see what that lick read
triple digits in the six speed
think i fell in love when that b-tch hit me
i might f-ck around and bust her down and buy a bentley
for that b-tch while you was f-cking with them lames i made my baby momma rich

[chorus: pouya]
baby play with my d-ck not my emotions
shed so many tears that i could fill an ocean
we was coasting, now we roller coasting
look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me
i just pray to peep that you don’t leave me lonely
thousand b-tches but they can’t do nothing for me
you my one and only
i know you need some company so come on over
do you love me, do you love exposure?

[interlude: juicy j]
aye man, pouya man, i got you man
tell these hoes “shut the f-ck up”

[verse 2: juicy j]
check this pimping, gotta watch these women, they catfish (they catfish)
and it look like meech in the club every time i come through tipping (big meech)
drop that bag, maybe 2 or 3, that’s if she different (drop a bag)
wanna come back, i got that sack, it look like christmas (back in)
she down to f-ck, you tryna cup my n-gg- luck (aye, you trippin’)
this ain’t no robbery but my b-tch is stuck up, aye (my b-tch bad)
she bad as f-ck, well like what’s in my cup
she the quicker, pick her upper, i’m loving the way she suck, aye, pick me up
she call me jay (yeah hoe), i call her bae (yeah hoe)
we ain’t the carters but that rock all in your face (it’s the rock)
these b-tches thirsty but these hoes ain’t got no taste (ain’t got no taste)
it’s cuffing season man, these hoes finna get replaced any day, aye

- pouya

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