Poison (feat. Prie$t)
(Oh yea)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
You ain't blowing what a nigga twisting
Put my potna's in a new position
Claim its sour but I'm smoking lemons
Get a sip, what a nigga dripping
Get a minute, needa cool out
Take her shopping with my jewels out
Hell naw I ain't tuck shit
Whole hood see this here
Yo shit there don't compare
That's boss shit and I'm all bout it
Just made a killing, finna smoke 'n' count it
Got a bag and I spent it fast
Niggas know who got it now
This louie loud just got a pound
Too fucking proud, too fucking proud
Cuz they counted out, cuz they counted out
(Yea, yea, yea, woah)
(Yea, yea, yea, woah)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, woah)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
(Yea, yea, woah, yea)
(Yea, Oh yea)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
You ain't blowing what a nigga twisting
Put my potna's in a new position
Claim its sour but I'm smoking lemons
Get a sip, what a nigga dripping
Get a minute, needa cool out
Take her shopping with my jewels out
Hell naw I ain't tuck shit
Whole hood see this here
Yo shit there don't compare
That's boss shit and I'm all bout it
Just made a killing, finna smoke 'n' count it
Got a bag and I spent it fast
Niggas know who got it now
This louie loud just got a pound
Too fucking proud, too fucking proud
Cuz they counted out, cuz they counted out
(Yea, yea, yea, woah)
(Yea, yea, yea, woah)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, woah)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
I'm gon' get it by my lonely (Yuh! yuh!)
They acting like they friends, they not homies no
Do a dance for them bands, like they owe me yuh
Switch the numbers on they back, like they Kobe (Yuh! yuh!)
(Yea, yea, woah, yea)
(Yea, Oh yea)
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Hohman
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