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Pouya

Not The One

 

Not The One

(album: Stunna - 2015)


I'm not the one for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit [x4]

What you talkin 'bout? there's no competition
You disqualified cause you been actin like some bitches
Got your main hoe on the way to the studio, we finna make a hit and she gon hit the crew
Treat the pussy like a football toss it got the bitch leaking like faucet left that [?] you inside of the house, come out the crib you not saying shit now [?] he laying you down, broke the xbox I'm not playing around, she loving my words my urban sound, got what I need stole the visa I'm out

I ain't never heard no one, nobody harder than me
Catch me chillin feelin like a million riding the beat
They been sleeping on me imma wake 'em up with the heat
Slap my meat upon your face if you ain't fucking with me
Like a bitch touching herself man imma always do me
Droppin the drop top feeling the breeze she pray [?] now the bitch on her knees yuh
And I still can't stand 'em eat that box till I got no stamina if you my homie you really just family, I know these rappers can't stand me yuh

I'm not the one for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit [x4]

Flawda boy till the death of me yuh
Cooking these rappers up, no recipe yuh
Insanity flowing thru my brain once the money start to coming in the people start to change
And I'm clutch every corner yeah I'm cold like the pole, only 19 but my bitch is way older, ain't gon repeat what I already told ya talkin that shit that imma call up my soldiers lazyboys know we done fold up, Texas style when I hold them legs all up on my shoulder yuh
I told ya now she off the soda telling me I own her
Now I actin like I don't know her stole her rover pick the homie up
Ridin pass all these lames trynna merge in my lane
Got no time for your mane and that bogus shit you claim
Give me the green and there's really no stopping me
Baby bone nasty but fuck your bitch properly
Tired of sinning and living in the poverty
Lay in the sun and you still won't be hot as me
Gotta do me even tho that you copying me
Stealing my style you committing a robbery but it's all good cause I got your bitch topping me you better believe that she doing it sloppy

I'm not the one for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit [x4]

done

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