Fat Nick, Pouya - Torch lyrics

[Fat Nick, Pouya - Torch lyrics]

Sleeping on the couch
Just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me
Man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys
To get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the
Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money
Don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't bout that business
You ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice
The crowd rejoice
I'm a God baby, praise me, kiss my feet
Get on your fours sleeping on the couch
Just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me
Man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys
To get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the
Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money
Don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't bout that business
You ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice
The crowd rejoice
I'm a God baby, praise me, kiss my feet
Get on your fours

Drink a pint a night
So all my nightmares getting worse
Pussy boy don't want it man
This uzi dick gon' burst
Triple six forever be my
Lonely soul is cursed
And I'm only gettin' money swervin'
Porsches on the road
Bitches are twisted, keep
I love when a bitch I don't know in the game
Vacant no fuck bitch I owe you no payments
For the sure
Till' there's blood in the pavement

Sleeping on the couch
Just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me
Man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys
To get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the
Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money
Don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't bout that business
You ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice
The crowd rejoice
I'm a God baby, praise me, kiss my feet
Get on your fours

She told me to go to hell
I told her I'm already on my way over there
Ain't nobody care
Keep a gun on me cause life ain't fair
I swear these hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I'm no square
Underground Underdog
Better beware when I geeked on these
Rappers right under their chair
Fuck you and yo mama bitch
I cannot relate little bitch
I'm sick of these faces, bitch
Everyone wanna be famous, bitch
FTP, bitch, suck my dick
Fuck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog run around with a
Gun deep in my drawers

Sleeping on the couch
Just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me
Man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys
To get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the
Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money
Don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't bout that business
You ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice
The crowd rejoice
I'm a God baby, praise me, kiss my feet
Get on your fours

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