Poet Lyrics

The coldest

Yea

Lemme talk to em

Yea

Uh

Yea

Aye I hop inside the booth and I sang like a poet

I ain't fucking with no birds bitches lame and they know it

She ain't fuckin with no nigga that don't got him some motion

I got tired of the pain and poured up me the potion

Yea I turn all them racks to some knots

I had the chrome hearts on my body then I ran into some thots

I had to keep that bitch around cause she don't sang for no cops

And I got tired fuckin with them broke bitches on the block

I got tired of them working hard days and punching clocks

I got tired of them Percocet pills I had to stop

I can't vibe with them pussy ass niggas at the top

I can't lie bitch I made a milly yea and then I rocked

Pouring lines with them OxyContin pills that bitch a rock

Was a star then she found the lord and then turn to a bor

I can't tour with them fuckin dorks where the fuck the whores

I need cash I need all the cars and then I need some more

I don't wanna talk about this shit it's getting old now

I don't wanna talk to my old bitch I'm on the road now

When they see a nigga shining baby it's too late now

Hop up in the scatty go one eighty it's a race now

Aye I hop inside the booth and I sang like a poet

I ain't fucking with no birds bitches lame and they know it

She ain't fuckin with no nigga that don't got him some motion

I got tired of the pain and poured up me the potion

Yea I turn all them racks to some knots

I had the chrome hearts on my body then I ran into some thots

I had to keep that bitch around cause she don't sang for no cops

And I got tired fuckin with them broke bitches on the block