Po' Me Up
Fuck it
Esko!
Sure enough
You been showing out
Ain't been showing up
You just pour me up
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Hold me high
But don't hold me up
I see through holy eyes
This ain't Utopia
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Baby, Pour me up
She said I love you as a person boy, but pony up
She ain't got no personality, but I luh dat phony butt
We ain't een gotta say much
Eat her up like a day brunch
I don't need an occasion
And she blacker than cajun
I just wanted a munch, I ain't come for the intellectual conversation
What the fuck we in the club for? Bitch I'm dodging tax evasion
I'm in the mosh pit raging
Beat the fuck out these fazes
Wake up, buy 2 new colors, Congolese & Caucasian
Take a lot not to say nun
Take a little to make sum
Talking these M's, not Maison
I'm tahm bout M's on M's
I'm tahm bout Lambs on Lambs
Can't look at my wrist when I'm driving, it's too bright to face it
I don't understand the fixation
I be itching for something to race in
I love all my girls with sazón
She live for the thrill of sensation
She touching herself with carnations
Keep taking out all the frustrations
We fly as a space ship
We high as the space ships
I'm tahm bout M's on M's
I'm tahm bout Lambs on Lambs
Sure enough
You been showing out
Ain't been showing up
You just pour me up
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Hold me high
But don't hold me up
I see through holy eyes
This ain't Utopia
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Esko!
Sure enough
You been showing out
Ain't been showing up
You just pour me up
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Hold me high
But don't hold me up
I see through holy eyes
This ain't Utopia
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Baby, Pour me up
She said I love you as a person boy, but pony up
She ain't got no personality, but I luh dat phony butt
We ain't een gotta say much
Eat her up like a day brunch
I don't need an occasion
And she blacker than cajun
I just wanted a munch, I ain't come for the intellectual conversation
What the fuck we in the club for? Bitch I'm dodging tax evasion
I'm in the mosh pit raging
Beat the fuck out these fazes
Wake up, buy 2 new colors, Congolese & Caucasian
Take a lot not to say nun
Take a little to make sum
Talking these M's, not Maison
I'm tahm bout M's on M's
I'm tahm bout Lambs on Lambs
Can't look at my wrist when I'm driving, it's too bright to face it
I don't understand the fixation
I be itching for something to race in
I love all my girls with sazón
She live for the thrill of sensation
She touching herself with carnations
Keep taking out all the frustrations
We fly as a space ship
We high as the space ships
I'm tahm bout M's on M's
I'm tahm bout Lambs on Lambs
Sure enough
You been showing out
Ain't been showing up
You just pour me up
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Hold me high
But don't hold me up
I see through holy eyes
This ain't Utopia
So just pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
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Writer(s): Imani Luke
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