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Correct Don't Bang My Line Lyrics
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(feat. Night Lovell) [Hook: Pouya] Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch Grip on the nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud Don't bang my line, never been my style Guess we 'bout to find out Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch Grip on the nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud Don't bang my line, never been my style Guess we 'bout to find out Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile [Verse 1: Pouya] Swervin', bendin' corners wit' no purpose to my life I got no permit but I'm workin' on my new mixtape tonight Now that my chain hang low Now that my neck so froze Baby, I can be your savage, you can be my rose, yuh Most of the underground rappers you fuck with today gotta pay they respect to me Lately been feelin like I was vital aspect A reason that these rappers breathin' Leave 'em on the cement leakin' at my leisure Baby bone I ain't never been a hoe Pussy boy, you ain't got nine lives 5'5, got a nine, gotta let 'em hoes fly [Hook: Pouya] Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch Grip on the nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud Don't bang my line, never been my style Guess we 'bout to find out Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch Grip on the nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud Don't bang my line, never been my style Guess we 'bout to find out Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile [Verse 2: Night Lovell] Alison, Valerie, all my bitches now Tryna kill, for the sin, I got stitches now Watch me walk, do your kindness, you can't track me down Leave your life up on the floor, no, we don't make a sound I can't do this shit, my mind is losing all its presence Don't leave my crib to be surrounded by these peasants I don't got no frame White bitch sniff cocaine 13 diamond chains Old bitch said I'm not the same [Hook: Pouya] Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch Grip on the nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud Don't bang my line, never been my style Guess we 'bout to find out Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch Grip on the nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud Don't bang my line, never been my style Guess we 'bout to find out Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile
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