Pouya & Nell - Shotz From The Double Glock | Текст песни

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• Shotz From The Double Glock

[Verse1: Pouya]
Pouya & Nell bout to put a spell
On you mothafuckin haters, sendin em straight to hell
Man, I cannot tell, you, on how we work
On this music, not a bitch, I don't even flirt
Yeah, she open her skirt, and let me slide right in
Not fuckin this bitch, im fuckin some twins, from the start to the end, im goin in

[Verse2: Nell]
Put the skrilla on the table, i make it in an instant
Chasin' paper, I got these niggas hatin from a distance
Spit crack when im lifted, miss me if it ain't business
You don't know who your friends is, till you puttin them years in
But im bout of the millions
Might run down be in your town like a pilgrim, (?new era game Aape?)
???

[Verse3: Pouya]
Spittin that fire like cigarette packs, bitches they know and we all up in our stacks
Fuck em, and leave em, and never come back
You feenin for dick like they feenin for crack
Up in the street, Nell get the mac, 10
Problems we solven em fast
Suck on my dick, and kiss on my ass, ain't gonna smoke but still part of the plan
The thicker the pussy, the fatter the ass
The haters want beef, but im bringing them back
All of you haters are so fuckin wack
Shout out to Nell for gettin this track
Up on the map, i dont fuck with rats
Im runnin this shit like you runnin in track
You talkin that shit, ima give you a smack
We come to yo crib and we eat all yo snacks

[Verse4: Nell]
Back on the scene, chasing the dream, moving that green, pourin that lean
Pointin the beam, scope from the top
Bullets gonna fling, and bodies gonna drop
Yall ain't fuckin with mac 10
Mac 10, go to clappin, in black land, whats happenin
Bad bitch on my mattress
Strip her then kick her from outta the crib
Hit from the back and im catchin the grip
Hittin the spliff, this how i live, Pouya tell them bitches how it is

[Verse5: Pouya]
Fuckin, i'm buckin, and haters be duckin, cause you know im bustin, and fuckin it up
I dont give a fuck, im spittin these (???) and these lyrics all up in a rush
I gotta crush, all the paper stacks, get on my cash and get it from my ash
Told that bitch to kiss my ass
She a ho, so i pass her ass to my homies, no food at the crib so i guess its bread and baloney
Bitches phony
Dont fuck with the 4 bad bitches on me

[Verse6: Nell]
Bad bitch, no shirt, fuck hoes, get blow
Spittin this flame when im lit off the dro
Kickin like this cause this what i know
You niggas gay and im hittin it so
Fuckin her fast and then I get slow
Grippin the tech, and hittin yo neck, we livin in cheques (???)

[Verse7: Pouya]
Hittin my flow, but what do ya know, im bout my dough
I'm sendin an assassin to your front door
Keepin it low key, talkin to me? MIA where I be
Fuck with me, now my condos, gas and a whip, so i can't go far, dont laugh at my plans, i mean im the mans, (?)
Hoes on my dick, dont you understand

[Outro: Pouya&Nell]

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