Paroles de la chanson Pose par Nine Vicious

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Paroles de la chanson Pose par Nine Vicious

(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)

I'm on the phone, my ex, she don't care (I'm motherfuckin' ??? chain)
I put her pussy in a picture, then pose (Nigga, ice)
I take a trip, bring the camera when you pose

I'm fuckin' your bitch to strike me a pose (Say what? Nigga gon' pose)
I get this Chrome (Woo-hoo), this shit for the low (This shit for the low, woo-hoo)
And these niggas broke (What? What?), they act like a po' (What? Act like a po')
I'm fuckin' your bitch (Bitch, boop-boop-boop-boop), she ridin' me slow (Say what?), woah (Shit, ya dig?)

I be on my shit (Yee, yee), I don't like to post (Yee), no

I don't do social media (What? Nigga, what?), I don't do social media
I been pushin' this Peter (Pushin' P), on God, I'm pushin' this Peter (Pushin' P)
I got a choppa on me (Say what? What?), that bitch sing like Aaliyah (Say what? What? Boop-boop)
You tryna play with my homie (Blitt, blitt), make you meet your maker (What?)
I got me and you got me
I like pussy (Blitt, blitt, blitt), I'm a pussy king (Eugh, eugh, pussy king)
We hop on these jets and we flyin' (Ra-ra-racks, ra-ra-racks), yeah
She suck so much, think she got mileage, ayy (Yee, yee, what?)

Play with my brother, now you dyin', ayy (Pussy bitch, blatt)
I'm slidin' for my brother, I don't care, I ain't lyin', ayy
I'm playin' your bitch right, just like a violin, ayy (Yee)
I'm makin' these hits without even tryin' (What? What?)

I'm fuckin' your bitch to strike me a pose (Say what? Nigga gon' pose)
I get this Chrome (Woo-hoo), this shit for the low (This shit for the low, woo-hoo)
And these niggas broke (What? What?), they act like a po' (What? Act like a po')
I'm fuckin' your bitch (Bitch, boop-boop-boop-boop), she ridin' me slow (Say what?), woah (Shit, ya dig?)

I be on my shit (Yee, yee), I don't like to post (Yee), no

Fuck your ho up in her house, and, yeah, she bool (Yee)
This semi-automatic (What? What?), in my blick, you fool (Yee)
My closet worth a lot of money, Bentley coupe (What? What?)
I told Mercury, "I need me a milli," dude (Milli', milli', milli')
I'm poppin' this X and I'm poppin' this X and I eat like it's food
I'm poppin' these pills, I'm poppin' these pills, I eat like it's food (Pills)
I'm fuckin' the bitch, I'm applyin' the pressure ??? (Blitt, blitt, blitt)

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