| Let’s pour a little out for my nigga Nut
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| My nigga Nip
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| Pour some more for Bankroll Fresh
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| For Shawty Lo
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| Rest in peace SQ, pour some out for him
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| Matter fact, just pour that whole thing out
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| It’s Budda Beats
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| For the real ones only
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| Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
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| We got weed but we gon' need more
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| I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
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| Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
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| Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
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| Flip the boy, get a reward
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| I ain’t wanna do it but he reached for it
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| I ain’t wanna do it but he reached for it
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| Just a young nigga with no cosign
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| Yeah, my mama and my daddy, yeah, they both fine, uh
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| Grew up drug dealing, nigga, grew up drug dealing
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| Sellin' dubs, mostly fifties, we ain’t got no dimes
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| Uh, nigga killed my family, now we both slidin'
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| Uh, if you ever disrespect me then you gon' die
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| Uh, long live Nipsey, I got love for the 60's
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| Be with blood like I’m Billy, I fuck with both sides, huh
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| Now I’m at they neck just like a bowtie, huh, uh
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| Grippin' on that TEC just like your ho thighs, uh
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| I know real savages, we used to pour Actavis
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| When it come to whackin' shit, we done won championships, yeah
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| Uh, catch a body, then go back and sip, yeah
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| Why you got all them doves in that vacuum seal? |
| Yeah
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| I wonder why when you show love, they get mad still?
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| I ain’t gettin' the same love as I did last year, yeah
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| Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
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| We got weed but we gon' need more
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| I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
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| Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
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| Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
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| Flip the boy, get a reward
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| I ain’t wanna do it but he reached for it
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| I ain’t wanna do it but he reached for it
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| Uh, rest in peace to my grandma Janie, yeah
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| East to West, she was slangin' all that candy, yeah
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| I was gettin' that money but I couldn’t stack it, yeah, yeah
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| But you know damn well I’m gon' hustle like my granny, uh, look
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| I was on the curb with that package, huh, came for these
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| If you tryna owe me, you can’t have it, huh, best believe
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| Fish and codeine, that’s the recipe, yes indeed
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| I was tryna eat, you know me, I’m from Trestle Tree, yeah
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| Damn near 33, yeah
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| We can send 'em in the air, send 'em through the mail
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| You know if you wrap it right, then it’ll never smell
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| See, I can’t fuck with lil' shawty, he used to tattletale
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| Back when we was probably 12
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| Damn, shawty 12, huh
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| I’ll probably never see a cell, take another L
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| They prayed on my downfall but I never failed
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| Remember I couldn’t afford a car, now I got a V12
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| I only got a three left, yeah, yeah
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| Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
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| We got weed but we gon' need more
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| I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
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| Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
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| Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
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| Flip the boy, get a reward
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| I ain’t wanna do it but he reached for it
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| I ain’t wanna do it but he reached for it
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| Dramatic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P.O.E.T. , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album 650Luc: Gangsta Grillz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп