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Pooh you a fool for this one (Pooh you a fool for this one) I ain't gon' lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here, nigga Quando Rondo, nigga, yeah Gang, pull that bag out nigga, gang Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck nigga Point that nigga out and tell him you don't fuck with him It's a bitch in the club fuckin' everybody Fuck a bitch, can't fall in love 'cause they for everybody Best believe I'm strapped up with that extension So best believe, it's enough bullets for everybody Shake that ass in a circle baby, go, go, go Shake that ass in a circle baby, go, go, go Go up, down, round and round Go up, down, up, down, round and round, baby Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side (yeah) I been booted up the worst way (turn up) I remember having shootouts on my birthday They tryna find out where Durk stay (no, no, no) Don't know if they love me or tryna hurt me Real shooters, pill poppers Deal money, bought a lot of choppers All the opposition, kill 'em motherfuckers And I can't forget the trenches, them my blood brothers Shout-out Quando Rondo, he ain't lil' boss And they say I'm super savage, that's the hood fault And I paid you to be cool, that's what love cost Like shout-out to the family, know I love y'all Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side If you from the West Side, nigga throw the West up If you from the East Side, nigga throw the East up Sauced up, I be drippin' Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin', yeah
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Durk Banks, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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