Fat Nick and Pouya — Torch (Drop Out of School 2017)
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Torch (Drop Out of School 2017) Fat Nick and Pouya02:53
Текст песни: Torch (Drop Out of School 2017)
Torch Lyrics[Intro: Pouya] Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours [Chorus: Pouya] Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours [Verse 1: Fat Nick] Drinked a pint tonight, so all my nightmares gettin' worse Pussyboy don't want it, man, this Uzi dick gon' burst Triple six forever, bitch, my lonely soul is cursed And I'm only gettin' money, swervin' Porsches on the road Bitch, I'm so twisted, these Perkys I'm takin' Got love for no bitch, so hell no I'm not cakin' Your clique they all fakin', you people they hatin' I'm six-figure stuntin', my chain it keep weighin' Totin' my Nina, it's spraying My money stay pilin', yours vacant (Skrrt) No fronts, bitch, I only do payments Fuck the show up 'til the blood hits the pavement [Chorus: Pouya] Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours [Verse 2: Pouya] She told me to go to Hell I told her I'm already on my way over there, ain't nobody care Keep a gun on me 'cause life ain't fair, I swear These hoes wanna get to my share Got cash on me, I'm no square Underground Underdog, better beware When I geeked on these rappers right under their chair Yuh, fuck you and yo' mama, bitch I cannot relate, lil' bitch I'm sick of these faces, bitch Everyone wanna be famous, bitch FTP, bitch, suck my dick Fuck around, get hit with the stick Underground Underdog Run around with a gun deep in my drawers [Chorus: Pouya] Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours7
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