- Pouya Trick Or Treat 歌词
- Pouya
- Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, ***** I'm strapped out to the teeth
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
So I turn into a trapper, stuff them babies in the seat
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street
All these chains I'm Mr. T, ***** you don't wanna beef
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see
No you're not my mans, no I
Don't wanna shake your hand gotta keep it to myself, no I
Can't give out my plans, you was the one for me, but I
Really loved them rubber bands, so you understand that I
Can never be your man
I hate myself too much, I never give me no credit
Swipe the debit then forget it, let it rain like confetti
These hoes keep begging on my celly
At 5 a.m but I'm ready
To getting that jelly, and bust on that belly
I bet it lil baby, I love when I get in that dough
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, ***** I'm strapped out to the teeth
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
So I turn into a trapper, stuff them babies in the seat
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street
All these chains I'm Mr. T, ***** you don't wanna beef
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see
Trick or treat, I don't gotta speak
I talk on the beat
She a freak, yeah my ***** a freak
She just wanna skeet
Countin' bands
You only get paid like every other week
Yeah lil Boobie prices jumping like the value of a key
Keep a 'K, c**k it, let it spray
********** the fake
Pocket watching, Bobby smiling when they see you in your face
Get a rate, we gon' need a rake
Counting all this cake
If you sat inside this Lincoln wouldn't make it through the day
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, ***** I'm strapped out to the teeth
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
So I turn into a trapper, stuff them babies in the seat
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street
All these chains I'm Mr. T, ***** you don't wanna beef
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see
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