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Pounds x Pounds lyrics

Performer Ilajide, Mic Phelps

Pounds x Pounds song lyrics by Ilajide, Mic Phelps official

Pounds x Pounds is a song in English

Aye (yuh) Aye (yuh) Aye (yuh) Aye (yuh)
Deposit the money
Save up for a trip to where it's sunny
Get mo drip, can't catch me lookin bummy
With the 3:16's oh yes he's so stunning
Cousin skeet on heat you Doug funny
With the diary beats run ya lunch money
See I complete feats sheesh I'm so cunning
When I hit them sheets beep beep she so coming
You see police and yo soul runnin
If you pay that fee can't sneak you wit nothin
It's the same wit weed can't can't sneak the big puffin
If ya Play my MP3 the bitch jumpin
Say oww break the shit down to pounds pounds
Buss the flip goin round round
12 know what's goin down down they don't make no sound
UH
Rip it up (mm) seems like all I do's flip it up (mm)
Dave gon package it fill it up seal it up
Gimme 2 minutes ima pick it up
Buss down then refill it up (mm)
Seems like niggas can't get enough (why)
New blue strip interior fill it up
New whip drip no tint in ya
Fit gon switch Ben ten'n ya drip it up
My bitch lick like sippy cup Mmm
Just Look at that way she sit it up
Get it up just bout that time I reel it up
Say oww break the shit down to pounds pounds
Buss the flip goin round round
12 know what's goin down down they don't make no sound
Silence, quiet, I set a blunt on fire like a riot
Pussy is good everytime I try it
Used to be trappin zones out the Hyatt
Just got the shit crackin at home,
Big dog and they all on my bone
Slide up on a bitch like Jerome
Niggas weak and I keep it strong
Me and Tez like Ceech n Chong
I'm the type you should leave alone
Chinky eyes like Nia Long
Red Light Yellow Light Green Light Gone
Say oww break the shit down to pounds pounds
Buss the flip goin round round
12 know what's goin down down they don't make no sound
Big bottle of the bub Thick model in the tub
Spill gelato on the rug Ya'll niggas know wassup
Every bitch want a hug Really i'm just tryna fuck
Skip the line at the club Fuck a line i'm a thug
Swag drippin like blood Tell a nigga boss up
Leave a bitch mouth shut Bitch shut the fuck up
All the chickens gon cluck All these niggas look stuck
Where is Phelps look up Noreaga What What
Say oww break the shit down to pounds pounds
Buss the flip goin round round
12 know what's goin down down they don't make no sound
Mmm
Runnin this shit god damn damn
Trappin on the shift get band
Blunt in my hand gotta keep it blunt man
Hustle up til a pimp get mo land
Why you in my ear with all of them plans
Snare drum clarinet how a pimp stick wit the bands
Send the advance or do you like
Triple H theme song meaning you got no chance
Tag in my mans
Hold on everybody everybody get ya roll on
Pockets deep like the O zone
Smoke a whole zone with no clothes on
Bad bitch in my bed and she bout to go home (du)
Oww break the shit down to pounds pounds
Buss the flip goin round round
12 know what's goin down down they don't make no sound
Mmm
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Kortez Marion, Miles Stewart Sr
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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