Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pots & Pans, artist - REGGIE MILLSDate of issue: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pots & Pans |
| Whoa, sett, yeah, Trae |
| Damn Trae, Damn Trae |
| Damn, uh, damn, uh damn, uh |
| I got two flights, I got jet lag, huh (Sett) |
| My girl like Nicki, she so bad (Sett) |
| She throw her ass, call it throw back (Throw back) |
| Boy, you so broke, you got no cash (Br) |
| Young Trae a boss in the making, huh |
| Very Rare, that is the nation, ugh |
| Bitch, you ain’t loyal, so save it (Save it) |
| Girl, we just fucking, no dating, yeah |
| Cut that ho off, she was playing (Playing) |
| I waited my time, never hated (Yeah) |
| Look at these pictures I’m painting |
| Big bucks, like a nigga is Payton |
| Can’t trust 'em 'cause these niggas be faking |
| Drive the car, like a nigga speed racing (Bitch, bitch) |
| I had a bad bitch, and she was Jamaican (Ooh, ooh) |
| Call up cuzzo, got them choppas, like Haitians (Bitch, bitch) |
| Bitch, I’m piped up with a MILF (Ho) |
| 30 round drum on that hill (Bitch) |
| I give no fuck 'bout a bitch, ayy |
| Only when she lick the dick, ayy |
| Lil' bitch, don’t choke on my shit (Ho) |
| Please don’t throw up on my shit (Bitch) |
| Or I’m emptying the clip (Oh) |
| OG cookies in the zip (Ho) |
| Dope slutty ho with a fat ass (Oh) |
| Smoking the boof, smoking fat gas (Fat, fat) |
| 30 round drum, that’s a fat mag' (Bitch) |
| Pull up on the block with a Ski Mask (Yeah) |
| Leave a fuck nigga in a body bag (Yeah) |
| Leave a fuck nigga with a toe tag (Yeah, yeah) |
| My guys put beams on your ass (Water) |
| Walk up in the club, where the hoes at? |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty |
| Fuck on that bitch until my balls is (Until my balls is) |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty |
| Drink all that cum until my dick is (Until my dick is) |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, uh (Huh, huh, huh) |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty (Huh, huh) |
| And the shoes on me be Fendi |
| Make her phone home, like I’m E. T |
| I’m in the cut, like some mince meat |
| I’m in the lab, like Dee Dee |
| No Dexter Laboratory |
| Hop on the beat, feeling geeky |
| Hop on the beat from Mannie |
| Fresh bust on the bitch, give her plan B |
| Boot the bitch up off the candy |
| Hit on that pussy, like Sammie |
| Beat it out the park, like Sosa |
| Home run, home run, home run, home run, home run |
| Beat it out the park, like Sosa (Like Sosa) |
| Lil' bitch off the yola (Bitch off the yola) |
| She coming over, your bitch coming over (Coming over) |
| 500 racks or more, you know, bruh |
| Ski, what we doing yeah they know, bruh (And they know) |
| 'Zine, sippin lean (Sipping) |
| Trae (Trae), ooh, you know we flee, yeah (Flee) |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty |
| Fuck on that bitch until my balls is (Until my balls is) |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty |
| Drink all that cum until my dick is (Until my dick is) |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, uh |
| Empty, empty, empty, empty |
| And the shoes on me be Fendi |