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Pouya

"50 Reasons Why"

[Intro: Boobie Lootaveli & Pouya]
Ayy, Spock, you slid on this ho
This one's fire
On loudest, hahaha


[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
b*tch, I’m from Miami so you know I keep the heat
In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace
I got 50 reasons why a pus*y shouldn't play with me (Don't play with me)
My own boys shootin’ never made it to the league
(Damn, damn, damn) Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep (Huh?)
You ain't ever met a motherf*cka like me
Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth (To the teeth)
You ain't ever met a motherf*cka like me

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Colt .45, jumpin' out the corner store
You see me walkin' in, b*tch, don't forget to take yo’ photos
Don’t talk too much, it's 30 thousand for a quote
Crib wasn’t enough, I had to get a boat
Maria wasn't enough, I had to f*ck 'em both
Chanel smell good, plus she like it in her butt
Stick to yourself, keep my name out yo' business
Got too much on my plate to be worried about you b*tches

[Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli]
It’s a different kind of hunger when you make it out the mud
I got cousins in Colombia that heard me in the club
Never laugh when I trap, so I'm slidin' in a Lincoln
Baby's in the trunk, Uber sticker on the windshield (Skrrt)
Huh, I'm a motherf*ckin' genius, bring the cash
You gon' wanna grab this watch soon as you see it
I heard one of my partners was a rat, couldn't believe it
Guess the loyalty switch year around like the seasons

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
b*tch, I'm from Miami so you know I keep the heat
In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace
I got 50 reasons why a pus*y shouldn't play with me (Don't play with me)
My own boys shootin' never made it to the league
(Damn, damn, damn) Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep (Huh?)
You ain't ever met a motherf*cka like me
Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth (To the teeth)
You ain't ever met a motherf*cka like me

[Verse 3: Pouya]
Yuh, I've been on this bus since last season
Kids around the world gettin' buck and releasin'
Their demons at shows, .45 I be squeezin'
25 years, guess I'm blessed to be breathin'
Off to another planet, baby, I'm leavin'
All I need is a bag and a reason
I'm sick of these rappers, I'm done for the evenin'
Don't text me, don't call me, don't act like you need me, yuh

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
b*tch, I'm from Miami so you know I keep the heat
In my line of work, always hard to keep the peace
I got 50 reasons why a pus*y shouldn't play with me (Don't play with me)
My own boys shootin' never made it to the league
(Damn, damn, damn) Damn, I could fit five hoes in a Jeep (Huh?)
You ain't ever met a motherf*cka like me
Yeah, I'm all about love but I'm strapped to the teeth (To the teeth)
You ain't ever met a motherf*cka like me

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