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Pouya or Pooya or Puya is a masculine first name of Iranian origin (from a Persian word meaning "dynamic" or "in move"). more »

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Yuh, you rappers never left the cul-de-sac
I'm ready to drop a hundred thousand where the hold 'em at
Mama said I got a problem, yeah, I noticed that
But I just wanna watch it burn, just so I can earn it back
'Cause I'm gettin' bored as f*ck, lookin' at the furnace
Lookin' for a come-up as I'm searchin' for a purpose
Don't depict me as a man who's picture-perfect
Just so you can feel less worthless, yuh

F*ck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
You want that f*ck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty

Yuh, ayy
I always wanted a Hellcat, then I realized it wasn't enough
I always keep to myself, not good with openin' up
But when it comes to the bread, you know Baby Bone never be holdin' his tongue
I gotta go get it, lil' baby, I'm never goin' back to bein' a bum
Run, run when the cops come, toss yo' gun but collect yo' funds
Run, run, chasin' the sun, 'cause when it go down, I'ma kill someone, yuh, yuh
I cannot trust a soul with bullet holes engraved in my back, back
Back in that 'Lac with a bitch sittin' upon my lap

F*ck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
You want that f*ck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty

Yuh, I told her, "Wake up, lil' bitch, I'm on a meal run"
These niggas rap like it but they ain't ever drill none
I think I lost too many homies, I don't feel none
So when I bring that stick out, I bet that bitch will feel some
These niggas thinkin' they tough, if I f*ck, I don't buck, I'ma bust it
In the back of the bluff with them hollows'll bust at your muffet
No bangers we trust, I ain't servin' 'em up, I don't trust it
The heat on my side, and no, we don't shoot at the sky, bitch

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