STILL INTACT Pouya & Pharmacist (Ft. Pharmacist & Pouya)
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Pharmacist motherfucker!
[Intro: Pouya]
Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I'll turn you-
Bitch-bitch-bitch off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I'll turn you obse-
[Chorus: Pouya]
Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I'll turn you obsolete, don't bother me
IPhone buzz if I don't get it once, what the fuck you think?
I'm not the type to think be-before I act (Act)
You can bust a thousand rounds, I'm still intact (Bitch)
[Verse: Pouya]
White socks to match the cocaine Gucci flops
Keep a rack inside my pocket and a ratchet in my crotch
I can't trust you just because you say you trust me to my face
I seen many men with a motive to just take my life away, shit
I Ryan Dunned the Porsche and almost turned into a corpse
I was thinking 'bout some dеvil shit, thank God he ain't do worse
I won't fuck around with the ouija no morе
From the down south side where the cars don't sit low
Got me sittin' on them 24's, candy paint match the hoes, panty hoes
[Intro: Pouya]
Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I'll turn you-
Bitch-bitch-bitch off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I'll turn you obse-
[Chorus: Pouya]
Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I'll turn you obsolete, don't bother me
IPhone buzz if I don't get it once, what the fuck you think?
I'm not the type to think be-before I act (Act)
You can bust a thousand rounds, I'm still intact (Bitch)
[Verse: Pouya]
White socks to match the cocaine Gucci flops
Keep a rack inside my pocket and a ratchet in my crotch
I can't trust you just because you say you trust me to my face
I seen many men with a motive to just take my life away, shit
I Ryan Dunned the Porsche and almost turned into a corpse
I was thinking 'bout some dеvil shit, thank God he ain't do worse
I won't fuck around with the ouija no morе
From the down south side where the cars don't sit low
Got me sittin' on them 24's, candy paint match the hoes, panty hoes
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