Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song P.O.S., artist - Pregnant BoyDate of issue: 02.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
P.O.S. |
| Time flies when you’re a piece of shit |
| Uh-huh, yeah |
| Uh-huh, yeah |
| Uh-huh, yeah |
| I’m a piece of shit |
| Don’t trust me, I be talking shit |
| I might go 'head and fuck your bitch |
| And leave her like she ain’t shit |
| I’m a piece of shit |
| Don’t trust me, I be talking shit |
| I might go 'head and fuck your bitch |
| And leave her like she ain’t shit |
| I’m from where the little shorties kick push crack |
| Your work is incomplete get your shit pushed back |
| We be walking 'round loud with the kush pack |
| Bottle of scotch, bottle of Stoltz |
| Boom, bye bye, in a batty boy head |
| We will not promote no nasty boy dem haffi dead |
| I’m cutting off legs, arms, arms, legs |
| And fuck what you heard and fuck what they said |
| Polo sport rugby, you niggas can’t touch me |
| And if you niggas touch me you get smoked like a dutchy |
| You get smoked like a druggy |
| You get smoked like a '87 Volkwagen buggy |
| I leave you niggas bloody like a pussy on its period |
| Is you niggas serious, you got me delirious |
| I’m jumping off the top row, Rey Mysterious |
| I meant Rey Mysterio |
| Turn up the stereo |
| Smoking on this diesel got me feeling aerial |
| About to take flight |
| First class LAX to London one night, nigga fuck with me |
| Jumping out the plane, snakes on it man |
| I had to go and get the *ah*, that cocaine |
| And it sound white, free Gucci Mane |
| I’m the king of the hill when it comes to propane |
| Yeah I light a fire, bad motherfucker |
| And go and start a riot, boom shaka-laka |
| And remember that all pigs don’t come in their uniforms |
| So you gotta stick out, use your unicorn |
| And go blast on it, I’m running fast on it |
| Gotta get that cash on it, gotta make it last in this bitch |
| Now you niggas mad in this bitch |
| Don’t give a fuck nigga |
| I’m a goose you better duck duck nigga |
| You thought you ran off with the swag, you stuck stuck nigga |
| All the hating alcohol got you lit |
| Cause in the back of your mind you think I’m a piece of shit |
| Really, nigga |
| I’m a piece of shit |
| Don’t trust me, I be talking shit |
| I might go 'head and fuck your bitch |
| And leave her like she ain’t shit |
| I’m a piece of shit |
| Don’t trust me, I be talking shit |
| I might go 'head and fuck your bitch |
| And leave her like she ain’t shit |