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    "Poverlous" Lyrics

    Irv Gotti

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    Let's go
    Yo, yeah
    Uh, uh, uh-huh
    Another one

    All of my niggaz are-I-D-E
    For the love of the dough, we be
    Never lovin' them ho's, See see
    How the gangstas roll
    Pimps and Poverlous
    For the love of the dough, we be
    Never lovin' them ho's, See see
    How the gangstas roll
    Pimps and Poverlous

    Yo, soon as the weather get hot
    Pull out the garage with the cl6 drop
    Bottles of bub, in the club
    The Chris pop, rollin' it up that sticky Cali bud
    One stop hit me wit the owner I'm ready to go
    Mommy hollerin' I'm hollerin' the is fedy low
    oh you ain't know, Double D get it acquainted for free
    And I'm holdin' chips like I won the lottery
    That little ghetto boy comin' straight out of poverty
    And probably, one of the illest niggaz that ever did it
    And definitely one from the gutter who spit it and lived it
    I, came from the bottom straight to the top
    And in the astin' drop mixin' hash with pot
    Rollin' cash in knots, 'cause we bubblin' baby
    And lovin' the way we, spit the ism crushin' your lady
    Pimpin' em crazy, 'cause man ain't nothin' to it
    So watch how we do it, gutterness it's Poverlous


    Yeah, yo
    Catch me in the zone, when I'm duff duff chrome
    and never demone dro and Remy shots to the dome
    I spit it for the pimps, hustlas, killers who are prone
    To violence, but still they move in the silence and all alone
    But no co d's, see a rich nigga can afford to blow cheese
    While the youngins strugglin takin jewels from o.g's
    It's poverty at it's best
    We on the cover tryin to stumble to master the cheddar chest, we
    are-I-D-E, For murda I-N-see so nigga try you die (Ha)
    Half you rap catz ain't swing crack packs
    I went to school with the 32 in my knapsack
    And will hit ya, nigga you ain't no killer
    You got a vivid imagination and know how to draw a good picture
    So pay homage, when you see I promise
    We toat lines which makes us hard to hit
    This shit is Poverlous


    Yeah, uh
    If you get doe, and holdin' stacks
    Salute my gangstas, holla back
    Mommies if you want we got wood
    We keep it gutter in the hood
    I've never been one to front our style
    But when shit pop off I pop off rounds
    So if you alive nigga, ready to rise nigga
    You gotta know this, it's Poverlous


    Uh, yeah
    You say marvellous we say Poverlous
    Straight gangsta and all gully in the hood
    This is how we do it nigga
    Murda, murda
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Andre Parker, Irving Lorenzo, Tiheem Crocker.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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