“41”

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Pouya - Rap, USA

“41”

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[Intro] Yuh, yuh, yuh [Verse 1] I ain't got no gas in the whip, no cash in my wallet No one on my dick, no missed call from your bitch What's goin' on with me? I used to be the man Nobody's pullin' up to my show no more They sick and tired of the same old But I spit that flame though, you know my name, ho Suicidal, you know how that thing go I used to ride around and bang it in my four-door Couldn't step outside without somebody askin' me for photos Now it seem like nobody know me I haven't heard a word from none my homies My bitch left me, I'm lonely, somebody set me up Tried to wet me up, bullets in the windshield of my Acura Luckily, they wasn't accurate, I wish they took my life Twenty-one was fun but forty-one ain't right I hate my kids, hate my wife What to do? Where to go? My SoundCloud don't pay no more I gotta get it on the low I hope they don't knock on my door What to do? Where to go? My SoundCloud don't pay no more I hope they don't knock on my door [Chorus] Yuh, yuh, the bills due and the walls got some mildew (Bitch) I been looking at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do My dog died in the hallway (Damn) I been lookin' at the ceiling, cryin' all day (All day, yuh) My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks, my bitch sucks Haven't even got my dick sucked I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck (Outta luck, yuh) I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks (For them bucks, ayy) [Verse 2] I used to be a veteran, now I'm feelin' like a rookie My bitch don't give out the cookie, I'ma have to call a hooker Get the quarters out the Acura and pay this ho I've been savin' up my change for a rainy day I should've listened to them things my mama had to say I put myself in this predicament My life is nothin', man, I wish that I could finish it I'm workin' for a man that's workin' for a man who's workin' for a middleman Get me out of here, sick of sheddin' tears I thought I was 'bout to be a millionaire But now I'm strugglin' muggin' these motherfuckers with a .44 Do I have to mention I'm desperate? Might just pawn the Double S necklace I can't deal with all this pressure What to do with all of these records? Tryna rebuild an empire, can't even put myself together (Yuh) [Chorus] Yuh, yuh, the bills due and the walls got some mildew (Bitch) I've been lookin' at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do My dog died in the hallway (Damn, ayy) I been lookin' at the ceiling, cryin' all day (All day, yuh) My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks, my bitch sucks Haven't even got my dick sucked I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck (Outta luck, yuh) I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks (Yuh) [Outro] Ayy, bitch I hear you, I fucking hear you I'ma kill you, I swear to God I'ma kill you, bitch Fuck you, bitch, fuck you

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  • Pouya
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