50 Reasons Why

Lyrics

[Intro: Boobie Lootaveli & Pouya] Ayy, Spock, you slid on this ho This one's fire On loudest, hahaha [Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli] Bitch, I'm from Miami so you know I keep the heat In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace I got fifty reasons why a pussy shouldn't play with me My own boys shootin' never made it to the league Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep You ain't ever met a mothafucka like me Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth You ain't ever met a mothafucka like me [Verse 1: Pouya] Colt .45, jumpin' out the corner store You see me walkin' in, bitch, don't forget to take your photos Don't talk too much, it's thirty thousand for a quote Crib wasn't enough, I had to get a boat Maria wasn't enough, I had to fuck 'em both Chanel smell good, plus she like it in the butt Stick to yourself, keep my name out your business Got too much on my plate to be worried about you bitches [Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli] It's a different kind of hunger when you make it out the mud I got cousins in Colombia that heard me in the club Never lack when I trap, so I'm slidin' in a Lincoln Baby's in the trunk, Uber sticker on the windshield (Skrrt) Huh, I'm a motherfuckin' genius, bring the cash You gon' wanna grab this work soon as you see it I heard one of my partners was a rat, couldn't believe it Guess the loyalty switch year around like the seasons [Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli] Bitch, I'm from Miami so you know I keep the heat In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace I got fifty reasons why a pussy shouldn't play with me My own boys shootin' never made it to the league Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep You ain't ever met a mothafucka like me Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth You ain't ever met a mothafucka like me [Verse 3: Pouya] Yuh, I've been on this bus since last season Kids around the world gettin' buck and releasin' Their demons at shows, forty-five I be squeezin' Twenty-five years, guess I'm blessed to be breathin' Off to another planet, baby, I'm leavin' All I need is a bag and a reason I'm sick of these rappers, I'm done for the evenin' Don't text me, don't call me, don't act like you need me, yuh [Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli] Bitch, I'm from Miami so you know I keep the heat In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace I got fifty reasons why a pussy shouldn't play with me My own boys shootin' never made it to the league Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep You ain't ever met a mothafucka like me Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth You ain't ever met a mothafucka like me