Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 41, artist - Pouya. Album song Underground Underdog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pouya
Song language: English
41 |
I ain’t got no gas in the whip, no cash in my wallet |
No one on my dick, no missed call from your bitch |
What’s goin' on with me? |
I used to be the man |
Nobody’s pullin' up to my show no more |
They sick and tired of the same old |
But I spit that flame though, you know my name, ho |
Suicidal, you know how that thing go |
I used to ride around and bang it in my four-door |
Couldn’t step outside without somebody askin' me for photos |
Now it seem like nobody know me |
I haven’t heard a word from none my homies |
My bitch left me, I’m lonely, somebody set me up |
Tried to wet me up, bullets in the windshield of my Acura |
Luckily, they wasn’t accurate, I wish they took my life |
Twenty-one was fun but forty-one ain’t right |
I hate my kids, hate my wife |
What to do? |
Where to go? |
My SoundCloud don’t pay no more |
I gotta get it on the low |
I hope they don’t knock on my door |
What to do? |
Where to go? |
My SoundCloud don’t pay no more |
I hope they don’t knock on my door |
Yuh, yuh, the bills due and the walls got some mildew (Bitch) |
I been looking at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do |
My dog died in the hallway (Damn) |
I been lookin' at the ceiling, cryin' all day (All day, yuh) |
My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks, my bitch sucks |
Haven’t even got my dick sucked |
I’m runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck (Outta luck, yuh) |
I’m gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks (For them bucks, ayy) |
I used to be a veteran, now I’m feelin' like a rookie |
My bitch don’t give out the cookie, I’ma have to call a hooker |
Get the quarters out the Acura and pay this ho |
I’ve been savin' up my change for a rainy day |
I should’ve listened to them things my mama had to say |
I put myself in this predicament |
My life is nothin', man, I wish that I could finish it |
I’m workin' for a man that’s workin' for a man who’s workin' for a middleman |
Get me out of here, sick of sheddin' tears |
I thought I was 'bout to be a millionaire |
But now I’m strugglin' muggin' these motherfuckers with a .44 |
Do I have to mention I’m desperate? |
Might just pawn the Double S necklace |
I can’t deal with all this pressure |
What to do with all of these records? |
Tryna rebuild an empire, can’t even put myself together (Yuh) |
Yuh, yuh, the bills due and the walls got some mildew (Bitch) |
I’ve been lookin' at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do |
My dog died in the hallway (Damn, ayy) |
I been lookin' at the ceiling, cryin' all day (All day, yuh) |
My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks, my bitch sucks |
Haven’t even got my dick sucked |
I’m runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck (Outta luck, yuh) |
I’m gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks (Yuh) |
Ayy, bitch |
I hear you, I fucking hear you |
I’ma kill you, I swear to God I’ma kill you, bitch |
Fuck you, bitch, fuck you |