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Watchin Poon
by BD Tre
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Stack the Jefferson's, bitch we movin' up
I throw a oop to dub when I lose a plug
All this dirty, we got it through the mud
Shout out that one bitch, she let me use the tub
Nigga, use a scrub
Fuck 12, I make drug sales
Nigga, fuck rats, bitch we cut tails
Whew..
... the tan but the duff pale
I can up two something off of one sell
With a bad boujie, bitch, yeah, she upscale
My nigga tap me on the shoulder, I'm like, what, rell
Shit, I be on the block, I'm like Javale
Shit, can't you niggas tell by the gun smell
When they release me from the jail, I was like, fuck Bail
You can say what you want, just don't tell
Yeah, I never had a job, but always made it work
Yeah, I'm always sellin' shit, I'm feelin' like a clerk
I'm sippin' Purp with my cousins like my name was Kirk
I got the bitch on her knees like she pray at church
Look, I'ma be the one to set it off, yeah
It's gon' be a smackdown, I hit it raw
I get the pack, lil' bitch, I can send it off
First name, last name, zip code and all
Yeah, real, real dope, not that fentanyl
I'm out here searchin' for a bitch I can start pimpin' on
You out here lookin' for a bitch to start trickin' on
Me and a broke bitch, we don't get along
What you in the kitchen, for, bitch, I'm whippin
Yeah, we can hit the road, get the tickets low
Dub, hit the double move, it's a hitch and go
I get to changin' moods when I'm with the hoe
They say money talk, I feel like Vic Damone
You know it's that shit if I put it on
Dr. Burnham with the Gucci cologne
Yeah, I'm tryna make a band like I'm Diddy Combs
I done made a hundred off this fuckin' Mobile phone
I turn a pad into a trap like it's Home Alone
Niggas try to hold me back, but they, hold on
I turn a pad into a trap like it's Home Alone
So much green on me, I feel like Dr. Doom
Bust a play, it's game, balls in the locker room
Them hoes gone with the wind, don't miss your opportun
He got his eyes on a bitch, he be watchin' Poon
Oh, you got your eyes on the bitch, you be watchin' Poon
Nigga
Stack the Jefferson's, bitch we movin' up
I throw a oop to dub when I lose a plug
All this dirty, we got it through the mud
Shout out that one bitch, she let me use the tub
Nigga, use a scrub
Fuck 12, I make drug sales
Nigga, fuck rats, bitch we cut tails
Whew..
... the tan but the duff pale
I can up two something off of one sell
With a bad boujie, bitch, yeah, she upscale
My nigga tap me on the shoulder, I'm like, what, rell
Shit, I be on the block, I'm like Javale
Shit, can't you niggas tell by the gun smell
When they release me from the jail, I was like, fuck Bail
You can say what you want, just don't tell
Yeah, I never had a job, but always made it work
Yeah, I'm always sellin' shit, I'm feelin' like a clerk
I'm sippin' Purp with my cousins like my name was Kirk
I got the bitch on her knees like she pray at church
Look, I'ma be the one to set it off, yeah
It's gon' be a smackdown, I hit it raw
I get the pack, lil' bitch, I can send it off
First name, last name, zip code and all
Yeah, real, real dope, not that fentanyl
I'm out here searchin' for a bitch I can start pimpin' on
You out here lookin' for a bitch to start trickin' on
Me and a broke bitch, we don't get along
What you in the kitchen, for, bitch, I'm whippin
Yeah, we can hit the road, get the tickets low
Dub, hit the double move, it's a hitch and go
I get to changin' moods when I'm with the hoe
They say money talk, I feel like Vic Damone
You know it's that shit if I put it on
Dr. Burnham with the Gucci cologne
Yeah, I'm tryna make a band like I'm Diddy Combs
I done made a hundred off this fuckin' Mobile phone
I turn a pad into a trap like it's Home Alone
Niggas try to hold me back, but they, hold on
I turn a pad into a trap like it's Home Alone
So much green on me, I feel like Dr. Doom
Bust a play, it's game, balls in the locker room
Them hoes gone with the wind, don't miss your opportun
He got his eyes on a bitch, he be watchin' Poon
Oh, you got your eyes on the bitch, you be watchin' Poon
Nigga