Lyrics:
Little mama always pouting She said that she can not live without me She suck HBK Trae, got sweet chin music for the finish Pop up and I pop eyes
with a beautiful shiny hairdo In a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulence Of his insolent pouting rictus, The sight of which drove
Text you where you been You're out with your friends Then you come loud in again Then we go rounds til it ends Then you come pouting again Now we're
shouting Now that's clout man Here to kill your top five don't start pouting Ooo they're pouting They've been mad since I dipped my toe in the game Was
a talent I'm thanking God cause he gave me a challenge Now I'm in my bag and they mad that I found it Yes they was hating but no time for pouting Pin me
Something tells me you’re pouting But I’m not even sorry No I’m not even sorry I like it more when I’m lonely Something tells me you’re pouting But I’m not
sure I don't have bad butterflies I've closed that door Thank the Lord, I am not yours We are through Thank goodness I am done with you No more pouting
Tell me that you love me Why you lie I got hoes and they surround me All the time I told you, why you pouting You'll be fine, yeah Be alright, yeah
Hey, Hey Mr Dick Giver Baby why you pouting come and get your lips filled up (Pa pa pa pa) Hey, Hey Mr Dick Giver Baby why you pouting come
are wet, got me drowning (drowning) I wasn't tryna fuck, now she pouting (pouting) I'm spending these racks, I'm not browsing (browsing) My niggas
skin I opened up new wounds Pouting, shouting Oh love, like liquid falling Falling in cascades Oh lovelorn victims Laughing in cascades
You're going to make my song a hit Oh, young blood, you're going to do my record good Your pouting mouth, your cleavage full This is Rock'n'Roll
Why u pouting bitch You like wah wah Say you'll pull up with a glock but u ain't bout it bruh Why u fucked up? Why u hurt a lot? It's the 2nd time
That's just how it been Maybe that's just how it is I doubt it, I'm sick of pouting Just want to realize potential before it's too late That's just how it
What you really wanna say about me Good kid bad shit surround me Cant stop fuck I think I'm drowning Almost forgot to stop the pouting What you
Girl stop all the shouting Love them lips when your pouting That ass big like a mountain Tryna make that pussy squirt like a fountain Your man talks
No need for the tears I'm convinced from the pouting Yeah you got to be very observant though mane when you deal with me mane I don't do too much
I'm way ahead of y'all Y'all be steady pouting pouting I can't take the shit no more Til I'm in the fucking ground a pound I smoke it by my lonesome
loving Give some hugs it's time for fucking Got some money need some counting All these pussy's crying and pouting But you say I'm manic (yeah) Why she
Niggas aint real so they sing about it Fuck the cut nigga I been up out it Run up on me nigga I doubt it Niggas aint shit they sick and pouting
Trying to get clouted Chill with the pouting But shorty said my name wrong And I'm still sick bout it Trying to get clouted Chill with the pouting But
If she can't get the Birkin then she pouting, ooh Shawty wanna fuck me cos' I flashed a couple thousand Don't call me you can find me in
out here Know I did nothing wrong why the fuck you pouting, mmm Why you walk out on me Can we talk about it Why you talking 'bout me When you walk up
letters spelling out what to write next Why are you pouting? Why is your face so long You knew when it ended, you'd end up in a song Oh now you're shouting
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