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Mmhmm mmhm why now yuh yuh
Mmhmm mmhm why now yuhh

Uh wake up i got bitches on my couch
I got hundreds but no fifties in my pouch
In my pouchh

(4Play, 4Play)

Yeah, Zeds in the pouch, of course
Rev the foreign like we on a course (skrrt, skrrt)
Off-white in a blacked out Porsche

Ayeee ayeee
Ayee steveo they know dolo
Glick in the hoodie like a kangaroo pouch
Lil bitch say she know what im about
Section eight when at my momma

Got the toolie in the pouch
And i'm stuck in a doubt
I'm stuck in the north
I'm stuck in the south
I'll hit you with the force
Gotta up the score

you actin' out
You actin' out
Push to start so my key stay in the pouch
In the pouch
Slight flex I remember I was sleepin' on a couch
Sleepin'

in your hands
Ima do my baby dance (Aye)
All these pills, in my mouth
She like candy, sour in a pouch
Baby bottles, yeah, fill it to the ounce
Dirty

wanna roll but oh so sadly
Grab my pouch and my pouch got candy, woah
Rainbow shit, no Sean O'Malley
Bill that spear, Goldberg not Lashley
I'm creasing,

no droughts 

We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS 

I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced 

Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS,

of every last one of them
You proud of every last one
This song for you niece
Let's get it

Watch that pouch
Kangaroo bounce
Watch that pouch
Kangaroo bounce

Let the Beat Control Your Body [Airplay Edit]

2 Unlimited

Euro Dance Hits

1994

your body

Pow! Pouch! Pow! Pouch! 
Bass in your face
Bass in your face
Supersonic motivated
Pow! Pouch! Pouch! 
Bass in your face
Bass in your

Blunt rolls in a black pouch
Roaming back streets around south
All my boys we hit that loud
Feel the vibe when they bloused out
Now lemme show you

pad
Balenciaga pens when I'm taking notes in my class

I got that LV on my pencil pouch
And you know I'm fucking with the clout
Saint Laurent on my

that south shit
She try her neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm
Beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil bro "Stop goin' for clout shit"
Ay

The world on my shoulder
I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp
Like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock
Fuck a holster

that weed out of my pouch i gotta dig deep
Cause when i make my rounds up on my block i gotta dig deep
Cause when i kick it with the boys i keep it

Watch em ride out to the south
Got the treasure in my pouch
Watch em ride on to the south
I got the treasure in my pouch
Feather weather out
Got my

Ratchet bitch gone slut me out
Keep stupid za inside a pouch
Opps shut up done closed thy mouth
I taxed a ho she from the south
Al Capone I keep em

Gucci Pouch on me when i step in the booth
Shes telling me Babe you do it way too smooth
Im reallly doing things that the man wouldnt do

Knocked out

FL on that head top
Capri pouch I'm finna do head shots
Pokemon showdown see my dead ops
Vans on the feet when I deck hop
2 trucks
Riding
In the city

on the ground buried 6 feet deep
Niggah get shot with a .223
I took a bullet for my family
Niggahs ride around fuck with me
Drugs and money in my GoYard Pouch

and I see the leave out
Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch
Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out
Smack you in your face lil'

too much 

Tell me how could I cuff, emotion but this feeling ain’t love-

I was in your house

I was on your couch 

I was in your pouch 

I was in

for it? Are you ready for it
Z E D to the Z, I'm shelly with it
Out here with a pouch full of smelly in it
Hungry now and you know I got the belly for

dead maybe ten more rounds
(Pow Pow)
Back on my grind yeah that's how
Stackin' and stackin' up that pouch
Askin' and askin' I'm back now
I'm tappin'