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London Lorin - From The Pote (Official Audio)
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London Lorin Lewis
London Lorin Lewis
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London Lorin Lewis
London Lorin Lewis
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Young London LIV shit Already know what's going on Mmm mmm mmm I'm the real nawfside baby foreal Mmm mmm mmm (Mmm mmm) I say I'm from the pote (Oh) I came from kicking them doors (Oh) I use to run out the store (Oh) Now I got racks on my soul You n know how it go I say I'm from the pote (Oh) I came from kicking them doors (Oh) I use to run out the store (Oh) Now I got racks on my soul You n know how it go I say I'm from the pote (Oh) I was just a youngin At thirteen I jumped up in that field Yea we 205 but on the nawf is where real n live Don't come around here trying to play both sides That shit gone get you killed Yeah they know we thuggin We'll get you gone just for the thrill First n in my city with six figures I know they envy me But I stand on business I'm forever screaming LIV Know a lot of n that doubted Now they on my dick like trousers Want trick me out my position I can't allow it I say I'm from the pote (Oh) I came from kicking them doors (Oh) I use to run out the store (Oh) Now I got racks on my soul You n know how it go I say I'm from the pote (Oh) I came from kicking them doors (Oh) I use to run out the store (Oh) Now I got racks on my soul You n know how it go I say I'm from the pote (Oh) If you didn't grow here You don't got no business over here In LIV I trust I told my n we gone touch a mill I'm from a city where like most of the people They known to keep it real But come around here playing We'll knock you out just like you Holyfield On the nawfside bitches be fine n bout they paper Keep extendo on every single gun We ain't worried about haters Like Isiah said yeah n I love the pote And if my arms was big enough I'll hug the pote I say I'm from the pote (Oh) I came from kicking them doors (Oh) I use to run out the store (Oh) Now I got racks on my soul You n know how it go I say I'm from the pote (Oh) I came from kicking them doors (Oh) I use to run out the store (Oh) Now I got racks on my soul You n know how it go I say I'm from the pote (Oh)
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