Pouya Six Speed Lyrics

Hey
I'm back in a cycle
Feel like a psycho
Feel like I'm Michael yuh
Don't look at my bread
Don't look at my whip
Take a look at my fico yuh
I'm pacing and thankin' of robbin' of a bank
With da homies I hang with
These hoes wanna make it da bank or
Da banquet
Come hang with da gang get shady
Drunk drive in a Mercedes
45 on da hip daily
Screamin' out f*ck you pay me
I ain't patient
I gotta OCD
Feel like I'm not controlling me
Still them hoes gon fall for me
p*ssy that they offer me
Is often not to luxury
But lemme see what dat lick read
Triple digits in the 6 speed Think I fall in love when that bitch hit me
I might f*ck around and buss her down
And buy a Bentley for that
Bitch while you was f*ckin with dem lames
I made my baby momma rich yuh

Baby play with my dick not my emotions
Shed so many tears I think that I can fill an ocean
We was coasting now we roller coasting
Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me

I just pray to peep that you don't leave me lonely
Thousand bitches but they can't do nothing for me
You my one and only, I know you need some company
So come on over, do you love me?

Do you love exposure?

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