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HOW IT IS
by Pooda Racks
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Energy why you do that, man
Showstopper, trench shit, $3 white tee, rocker
I'm just sayin', when you gon' let me fuck, Ms. Parker
You got a man, but when we fuck, he better not bother
Hit it once a few months ago, got her fiendin', she's a stalker
Snap on any beat, certified shit, talker ain't move the gram in a minute
But I'm still the shot caller, give her what she want
Cause I'm a big dick baller, I be lyin
If I said that I'm for, you can't get enough
Pesky with my heart cause I done ran all out of trust
You stupid as hell for thinkin' racks was bout to cuff you
For sure I heard you get around and all my niggas bust two specs
Doin' dicks out that's wat Bacardi and that blunt do
Fatts my top performer, I say, dumb he shoot , don't ask who
Hoes'll fuck on anything, but when you rich, who they attached to
Damn, let me get back to my rich rap life
Spittin' verses through the day and movin' zips up in the night
Slept on, I'm that nigga, I ain't gotta say it twice
You know I'm livin' off revenge, so fuck, I look like playin' nice
You know the bitch, he call his bae be with the gang getting piped
I was runnin' through the rain, but now I gained clear sight
When you happy, that's when hoes act like they miss you
I heard your mixtape give that shitty boy a tissue
Damn, I really rap about the shit I been through
Used to rap about my phone till I got pape to get a stu
Do you really know the feelin' of the bills and rent due
Have you ever got kicked out whole time, the problem ain't you
Damn, we call that type some real trench shit
I ain't lookin' for love, just need a real thick bitch
Show, stopper trench shit, three dollar white tee, rock her
I'm just sayin', when you gon' let me fuck
You gon' let me fuck, Ms. Parker
You got a man, but when we fuck, he better not bother
Hit it once a few months ago, got her fiendin', she's a stalker
Snap on any beat , certified shit
Talker ain't move the gram in a minute, but I'm still the shot caller
Give her what she want, cause I'm a big dick baller
I be lyin' if I said that I'm for , you can't get enough
Pesky with my heart, cause I done ran all out of trust
You stupid as hell for thinkin' racks was bout to cuff you
For sure, I heard you get around in all my niggas' bussed
To specs doin' dicks, that what Bacardi and that blunt do
Fatts my top performer, I say, dump he shoot, don't ask who
Hoes'll fuck on anything, but when you rich, who they attached to
Damn, let me get back to my rich rap
Life spittin' verses through the day, and movin' zips up in the night
Slept on, I'm that nigga, I ain't gotta say it twice
You know I'm livin' off revenge, so fuck, I look like playin' nice
You know the bitch, He call this bae be with the gang, gettin' piped
I was runnin' through the rain, but now I gained clear sight
Energy why you do that, man
Showstopper, trench shit, $3 white tee, rocker
I'm just sayin', when you gon' let me fuck, Ms. Parker
You got a man, but when we fuck, he better not bother
Hit it once a few months ago, got her fiendin', she's a stalker
Snap on any beat, certified shit, talker ain't move the gram in a minute
But I'm still the shot caller, give her what she want
Cause I'm a big dick baller, I be lyin
If I said that I'm for, you can't get enough
Pesky with my heart cause I done ran all out of trust
You stupid as hell for thinkin' racks was bout to cuff you
For sure I heard you get around and all my niggas bust two specs
Doin' dicks out that's wat Bacardi and that blunt do
Fatts my top performer, I say, dumb he shoot , don't ask who
Hoes'll fuck on anything, but when you rich, who they attached to
Damn, let me get back to my rich rap life
Spittin' verses through the day and movin' zips up in the night
Slept on, I'm that nigga, I ain't gotta say it twice
You know I'm livin' off revenge, so fuck, I look like playin' nice
You know the bitch, he call his bae be with the gang getting piped
I was runnin' through the rain, but now I gained clear sight
When you happy, that's when hoes act like they miss you
I heard your mixtape give that shitty boy a tissue
Damn, I really rap about the shit I been through
Used to rap about my phone till I got pape to get a stu
Do you really know the feelin' of the bills and rent due
Have you ever got kicked out whole time, the problem ain't you
Damn, we call that type some real trench shit
I ain't lookin' for love, just need a real thick bitch
Show, stopper trench shit, three dollar white tee, rock her
I'm just sayin', when you gon' let me fuck
You gon' let me fuck, Ms. Parker
You got a man, but when we fuck, he better not bother
Hit it once a few months ago, got her fiendin', she's a stalker
Snap on any beat , certified shit
Talker ain't move the gram in a minute, but I'm still the shot caller
Give her what she want, cause I'm a big dick baller
I be lyin' if I said that I'm for , you can't get enough
Pesky with my heart, cause I done ran all out of trust
You stupid as hell for thinkin' racks was bout to cuff you
For sure, I heard you get around in all my niggas' bussed
To specs doin' dicks, that what Bacardi and that blunt do
Fatts my top performer, I say, dump he shoot, don't ask who
Hoes'll fuck on anything, but when you rich, who they attached to
Damn, let me get back to my rich rap
Life spittin' verses through the day, and movin' zips up in the night
Slept on, I'm that nigga, I ain't gotta say it twice
You know I'm livin' off revenge, so fuck, I look like playin' nice
You know the bitch, He call this bae be with the gang, gettin' piped
I was runnin' through the rain, but now I gained clear sight
