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[Intro: Pouya]
Yuh

[Chorus: Pouya]
pus*y boy with his back to the front
Bruce Lee me a b*tch, imma punt me a c*nt
I'm a ho to the world man
f*ck every one of you
I cannot lose, grab my money and stunt on you
I'm at the beach, beating my meat
In front of your wife, she calling police
There's a perv on the loose, Germ off the goose
Shotgun c*ck back and blow off your caboose
And now you gotta stand when you sh*t
Cause your butt cheeks don't feel right on the toilet
You want my di*k so much
Imma put it through the zipper hole you might as well hold it
Hold up one second I think you need therapy
Maybe a reverend try a psychotherapist
Or maybe that's all for me, everything
Nothing is wrong with me

[Verse 1: Germ]
I'm real hot, moving slow
Off a couple of Xanax
Call my partners up and we load the guns
And then shot the government annex up
Cause they don't love us
So it's f*ck the cops, til they pick up
My papi, what's the plot
Take over the blunt no matter the cost
b*tch I'm a mack (Mack)
My heart is black (Black)
b*tch by my side she got that mac
It match my blackjack
Beer cans in my backpack
Lay your ass on wax
When I'm drowning in the sustenance
Boy I love it
No discussions
Your discusses ain't got no substance
[Verse 2: Mikey The Magician]
If you touch my b*tch, imma f*ck you up
Super thick in the whip she don't buckle up
Imma shut you up, I ain't bust a nut
You better hurry up, you ain't working up
Hands free bluetooth, talking to my other ho
I met her in Atlanta, Georgia, I ain't using rubber though
She was acting too sweet so she sucked me up in Peachtree
Presidential pus*y, Happy Birthday Mr. Kennedy
I ain't Aaron Rodgers, but I keep my pack right
Watch me take your corner grab the toolie make you act right
I ain't flipping gpex, now I'm flipping beat packs
Made a couple thousand off the dope I flipped a week back
And I keep my seat back (I keep my seat back)
Just in case these players wanna fire back
I no rather burn a rat b*tch
(I be Bobby Flay
I'll whip a quesadilla that'll make her crack an ándale)

[Chorus: Pouya]
pus*y boy with his back to the front
Bruce Lee me a b*tch, imma punt me a c*nt
I'm a ho to the world man
f*ck every one of you
I cannot lose, grab my money and stunt on you
I'm at the beach, beating my meat
In front of your wife, she calling police
There's a perv on the loose, Germ off the goose
Shotgun c*ck back and blow off your caboose
And now you gotta stand when you sh*t
Cause your butt cheeks don't feel right on the toilet
You want my di*k so much
Imma put it through the zipper hole you might as well hold it
Hold up one second I think you need therapy
Maybe a reverend try a psychotherapist
Or maybe that's all for me, everything
Nothing is wrong with me