Pound For Pound
Cinco Breezy
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Yeah dat typa hurt come around Yeah Money talkin my kinda sound Yeah Why you just sounding down Yeah dat typa hurt come around Hope my aunt kitty she shinin down Know my brudda he flying around If you hating we don't want you kind around Money talking my kinda sound And shout out my Brodie he wit it Cause we in da town and we blowin pound for pound I told my bro dat he mentally ready I mean dat drink keep me asleep like it's Freddy I can't f*ck wit hoes cause dey be too messy I get on 10 toes just to make sure I'm steady Woah you do all dat talkin just make sure you ready yah You go rat just for a lil cheddy yah Why you get nervous palms gettin sweaty yah Cause dey no eye ball Fetty Wap Why you just sounding down Yeah dat typa hurt come around Hope my aunt kitty she shinin down Know my brudda he flying around If you hating we don't want you kind around Money talking my kinda sound And shout out my Brodie he wit it Cause we in da town and we blowin pound for pound I'm who dey try to be They think I'm signing He mad cause we way up but das how it gotta be I'm wit da bro and you know dat we YSG Know imma treasure they thinkin bout hiding me I got a bad lil one on da side of me She wanna lock in you can not lie to me My brudda he locked he away a from society I got some locked in demons inside of me So I just sit down and break up da moon rock Den I get a backwood get high as astronomy Den I pass it to bro cause he tryna get high as me Lookin back on dat road road cause we passing sobriety Aye when I do it I do it I do it my dolo A G like I'm polo take off in a stolo Don't know what you nigga would do for some promo I sit back and I sip and I sip till I'm slow mo I was staring at da window pain Pops told me how he get to feel no pain Got change and my circle changed Had to eat da sandwich w da syrup plain Dey see me turn around ain't da same Dey know my by first name at da bank Dees haters wanna see me fall but I can't Dey know I gotta ball like da Saints I told my bro dat he mentally ready I mean dat drink keep me asleep like it's Freddy I can't f*ck wit hoes cause dey be too messy I get on 10 toes just to make sure I'm steady Woah you do all dat talkin just make sure you ready yah You go rat just for a lil cheddy yah Why you get nervous palms gettin sweaty yah Cause dey no eye ball Fetty Wap Why you just sounding down Yeah dat typa hurt come around Hope my aunt kitty she shinin down Know my brudda he flying around If you hating we don't want you kind around Money talking my kinda sound And shout out my Brodie he wit it Cause we in da town and we blowin pound for pound
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