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Pouya & Fat Nick - Torch [Music Video]
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pouya
Pouya
Stimme und Gesang
Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kevin Pouya
Kevin Pouya
Songwriter:in
Nicholas Voutsinas
Nicholas Voutsinas
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Flexatelli
Flexatelli
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know 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 Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know 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, bitch, my lonely soul is cursed And I'm only gettin' money, swervin' Porsches on the road Bitch, I'm so twisted, these Perkys I'm takin' Got love for no bitch, so hell no I'm not cakin' Your clique, they all fakin', you people are hatin' I'm six-figure stuntin', my chain it keep weighin' Totin', my nina is sprayin' My money stay pilin', yours vacant No fronts, bitch I only do payments Fuck the show up 'til the blood hits the pavement Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know 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 Yeah, fuck you and your mama, bitch I cannot relate, lil' 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 Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche All these rappers know 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
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Nicholas Voutsinas, Cristian Palma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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