Po It

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Izaya Tiji - Rap, USA

Po It

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[Intro] (We might just give him a lil shot) Pew, pew (We might just give him a lil shot) Phew-- [Verse] We might just give him a lil shot Just pour me up, po' it (Po' it) Got them racks? Then show it Pour me up, I love it She fuck me up, I love it Tell me that she love me I think she off that-- I think she off that thing, this bitch just talkin' Told her to fuck me, bitch, then walk it Told her to fuck, bitch fix your posture Walk out of Neiman, don't care what it cost That was your bitch, nigga, but you lost her Fuckin' up my heart, throat keep lockin' Spin around three times, then get to choppin' Spin around four times then we take off I don't got a X, do I look like a cop? Giving him three bands to do the job Said you was a hard ass nigga, you soft Just plugged in, nigga don't call it I'm with my dawgs, they go roof I got the plug, he named Paul Lil' bitch servin' the Wock' Niggas tryna get free sauce We in the Prada, and nigga gettin' Crocs Red beam give a nigga pox We blow your car, you leave in park Kel-Tec leave him in the dark [Outro] Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh

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  • Izaya Tiji