MUPP - $ix $ix (feat. Pouya) lyrics
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Pouya [Kevin Pouya] Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[MUPP - $ix $ix feat. Pouya lyrics]
Better pay your dues, better stay low-key
Bitch, don't mind me, ain't goin' back, put it on me and your heart (MUPP broken your heart)
I could be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked
Better pay your dues, better stay lowkey
Bitch, don't mind me (Yuh)
Welcome to the Southside where them cute hoes do you dirty
In my city, we don't fist bump, we dap up and get to swervin'
In that opps is woah, woah, woah
Money on, open 'em up and we never gon' win it in that poverty, fuck that
Hoes in there, feel like a Rugrat
Crawlin' at my feet
Grabbin' the monopoly, talkin' 'bout nothing
They gotta keep stumblin' and I'll burn the city
Now killin' themselves so slowly
Grippin', changin', there's my name, same
Say they wait, till I raise the stakes
I'll place these rappers from the grave
So put some respect on my name
Time is raining with no label
Whoever take it, their bread and mellow
Why you sigh, you saw your fable
Forty-five blow off your halo
Sometimes I can't fuck with your bitching wanna buy you a flight
Send your ass back to your daddy house so you can think twice
But then I switch up my emotions, rather be with you than forgotten
And not get hit bitch, this crown myself, without you, I get too close
And now I'm back to being alone thinking about who you fucking with
Never wanted to catch no feelings not too good with apologies
I was used to being a lone wolf rolling with a few homies
Who had my back and wanted the best for me
Now I see clearly, it ain't enough for me
Bitch, don't mind me, ain't goin' back, put it on me and your heart (MUPP broken your heart)
I could be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked
Better pay your dues, better stay lowkey
Bitch, don't mind me (Yuh)
Welcome to the Southside where them cute hoes do you dirty
In my city, we don't fist bump, we dap up and get to swervin'
In that opps is woah, woah, woah
Money on, open 'em up and we never gon' win it in that poverty, fuck that
Hoes in there, feel like a Rugrat
Crawlin' at my feet
Grabbin' the monopoly, talkin' 'bout nothing
They gotta keep stumblin' and I'll burn the city
Now killin' themselves so slowly
Grippin', changin', there's my name, same
Say they wait, till I raise the stakes
I'll place these rappers from the grave
So put some respect on my name
Time is raining with no label
Whoever take it, their bread and mellow
Why you sigh, you saw your fable
Forty-five blow off your halo
Sometimes I can't fuck with your bitching wanna buy you a flight
Send your ass back to your daddy house so you can think twice
But then I switch up my emotions, rather be with you than forgotten
And not get hit bitch, this crown myself, without you, I get too close
And now I'm back to being alone thinking about who you fucking with
Never wanted to catch no feelings not too good with apologies
I was used to being a lone wolf rolling with a few homies
Who had my back and wanted the best for me
Now I see clearly, it ain't enough for me