Izaya Tiji - Po It lyrics

Pew, pew

We might just get shot, po' it
Got them racks? Then show it
Pour me up,  I love it
She fuck me up, I love it
Tell me that she love me i think she-
I think that bitch just talkin'
Told her to fuck me, bitch, then walk it
Told her to fuck, but fix your posture
Walk out of Neiman, don't care what it cost
That was your bitch, nigga, but you lost her
Fuckin' with my heart
Spin around three times, nigga
Then chop 'em
Spin around four times then we take off
Yeah I need a to do the job
Said you was a hard ass nigga, you soft
Just plugged in, nigga don't call it
I'm with my dawgs, they go roof
I got the plug, he named Paul
Lil' bitch servin' the Wock'
Niggas tryna get free sauce
We in Prada, and we in Crocs
Red beam give a nigga pox
We blow your car, you leave in park
Kel Tec leave him in the dark

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