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Pour the Wine feat. Peso Gordon & Chuck Strangers
Pink Siifu
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Real Bad Man
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
I did
That killer ass coffee
Chemist paint and lights
Slow walkin'
She said, "Nigga, don't talk your shit"
Yeah, baby, you don't need to chill
You don't need to chill
You don't need to chill, just talk your shit
Uh, yeah
They wanna fuck with the god echelon but
They can't fuck with the green gators
I had to move, switch coasts, follow my fate, take it
I love you but I love me more, that's the fam language
Food for the gang, it's like a banquet
The rent gettin' paid, I'm everybody favorite
This wine cost more than your bitch naked
I'm playin' with you, basic jokes, nigga
Can't push a broke quotes, nigga
You see us in the car from afar, we those niggas
I'm living, chilling like I never been
Still grinding, hands don't even spin, they never do
New watches that I see got time blurred
I don't drink, drive, probably swerve and hit the curb
Remember that? Remember that? Remember that?
Pablo with the crackin' art, now this in Milan
'Cause they off them papers
I just wanna see the whole game save us
It's a GK fam nation, this that time
Pour the wine (Ayy, pour the wine)
Pour the wine (Ayy, pour the wine)
The wine took the pep from my pace
Demons giving chase
Blowing dope, still face
Counting up, gaining weight
This our world to shake
Fuck them niggas tryna say
The wine took the pep from my pace
Demons giving chase
Blowing dope, still face
Counting up, gaining weight
This our world to shake
Facts
The doors open on the industry
Victory is imminent, it's sweet like
Some fresh wounds opened on my enemy
Deploying pros of anointed souls
A hundred rolls to the heroes here and now 'fore they dead and gone
Dipped in my emotional palette and got a yellow tone
Damn, she had a hell of a smile on her, made me sing a song
Every time I told her I'm proud of her, she would put it on
Never mind, my gray cloud coming and now the sun is gone
I should've known
It would rain and if you got it out the
Soil like you claim, you would've grown
An artificial plant that can't weather through the lows
Or a nigga that's gon' stand up through whatever, never fold
They legs weak, they ain't done a lot of stepping and it shows
I'm the man that's finna brandish every weapon on my foes
Only strong in your comfort zone
I'm a ballerina, I don't panic, I be dancing on my toes
Over glass, over water, over beds of hot coal
Come with cash 'cause the game is to be sold and not told
Do the dash, never crash, swerving, dodging potholes
Lane to lane, tryna find a path that won't drive me insane
I know my gang proud
Already never held my hand out, always held my hand steady
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Yeah, everything's ready, Captain
Mr. Rod
What?
You're gonna have to assume any of the two positions
I don't want one position, I want all positions
Far side's landing gear
Ground, you copy?
Got it, Frontier
Man, we need some heat, man
We need some heat here, man, give me some heat
Some heat over here, man
Put the heat over here, man
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