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Pourin' Up

Bun B

New Kid on the Block

2006

the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like

Pourin' Up

Pimp C

Da Bottom Vol. 9

2006

the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like

Gun Play

Prodigy

H.N.I.C.

2000

And they get sent to the E-are
I see why'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining
Keep your head up
Cause you'll get wet up
Flashing diamonds, dancing,

with us
You don't shoot shit, you the 12th man
Bad bitch, hit her with the Gucci
I'm the Belt Man catch a package early
I was dapping up the mailman
Baby

cll lyrics written by Sinizter

Pussyboy doin' that boastin'/
When I'm pullin' he be chokin'/
Nine in my right I be totin'/
Snatch his soul right out

Her favorite hobby is a giving head Pipe game left her pigeon legged

My daddy worried about commissary so I put some money on his books
My bitch

Chorus 

I had to pick myself up by my bootstraps
although he was handsome and what not in his Gucci cap
but he wasn't treating yo girl right
Can't have

neighborhoods
Might've passed by, you ain't seen it if you ask me
A couple bad times with ex bitches in the back seat
What is his life like, go head compare

This shit ain't really happen by accident
Ain't doin' shit nigga can't talk to me
You see the way I move you can't walk with me
You wanna be a star well

Sensei with senses
I'm going harder than a Persian
With his Benzes
And Gucci coat
And rollie gold
And sushi roll
In Hollywood
Mansion, passion

so that dope what I'm mixing 
I'm dripping Chanel Gucci it's exquisite
I make money off bitches come get a quick visit
I got the low numbers come get

(gllliiiddd)
Choppy Sounding off singing like Lucci
Left the scene told me boys it was Gucci (brrr)

Neva been a Soulja boy 
Always been a F**in chief 
Lead neva

And I hover over bitches I ain't even tall
Yo nigga on my ig to get his rocks off
I only get head from him
He my top dog
He wire money to my bank 
No

in jail but I hold em down 
I know some niggas that flex when a hoe around 
She think he hood jus cause that nigga sold a pound 
A head by a lot

all on my tag yea
Gucci that's all on my tag yea
She want me buy her a bag yea
I can't say no when she ask yea
I'm hypnotized by her ass yea
I'm getting

I can't speak on no nigga they do shit for the gram You really gon die by the state bitch I'm just trying to see let me know what it ain't They

a snake
I'm living my life
I'm just trying to be great
Don't look in my face
And then tell me a lie
Boi i know you a snitch
That didn't come by surprise

this moment to last
Lately been moving to fast
I don't want the moment to pass us by
Lately been up in clouds, head in skies
But to close too the sun,

word to my mother 
You know ima get it 
That's by any means 
Run up the numbers 
And split with my brothers 
15  for a feature if you not the team 
Gucci

you in that kitchen I'm gon leave yo brains in the pot
Treat yo head like a goal I'm aiming for the top
When you see me with this drac don't think they

cheese
In some grits
If a nigga move craazy
He can get his head split
I’m invested in this shit
I swear I could never quit
People steady trippin
Take

grab a lawn chair 
Before y'all drive by make sure his mom there 

Bitch we in a penthouse don't need alarms there 
Fake ass goats make them pay farm

my ill thoughts
There's a bomb that's stuck in my head, I always hear it go "tic toc"
I feel like the crazy monster created by Alfred Hitchcock
Murder,

bugging you seeing the swarm 
If you not with it you're drowned by us all 
Spitting like iroh you finna get burn
Bragging and stacking that is my new norm