pot of gold - bigdatvert lyrics
datvert, datvert
[hook]
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
catch a n*gga by the stove
wet him up, wet him up, leave a n*gga by the store
p*ssy boy you gotta go
i was shooting guns, n*gga since i was a snotty nose
leave him on side the road, fill him with a lot of holes
don’t f*ck with my gang ‘cause we got a lot of poles
when the little b*tch want money, i get tired of hoes
gold digging b*tches following me around like i got a pot of gold
[verse 1]
come suck on my d*ck then lil mama i gotta go
she not my b*tch, she get kicked out like adios
don’t come in the 6, you get shot up for driving slow
i don’t give a f*ck if you dodging a pothole
i’m clutching my glock while i’m listening to pop smoke
i’m f*cking her throat, my d*ck all in her tonsils
that p*ssy too wet, i might need me a poncho
hit from the back, that ass big, it’s colossal
feel like 2pac, big diamond in my nostril
just f*cked two thots, they was liking how my watch glow
f*ck n*gga want beef, i’ma give his ass tacos
these hoes for the streets, lil n*gga they nachos
b*tches want cheese, these b*tches want queso
i just want money, b*tch i want them pesos
f*ck with my money, you’re dead, case closed
uh, now bring in that bass hoe
i done got rich, i hired some shooters
she giving me brain, she could be my tutor
one shot to his head, one to his medulla
big mossberg pump boy, came with a cooler
i stay with them glizzys, don’t play with them rugers
i swim in that p*ssy just like i’m a scuba
big .40 on my hip and it blow like a tuba
when n*ggas wanna k!ll you, watch how you maneuver
she suck on my d*ck, then i’m calling a uber
she suck on my d*ck, then i’m calling a new sl*t
broke ass n*gga, you a motherf*cking poo putt
money on his head, now the n*gga wanna k!ll himself
[hook]
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
catch a n*gga by the stove
wet him up, wet him up, leave a n*gga by the store
p*ssy boy you gotta go
i was shooting guns, n*gga since i was a snotty nose
leave him on side the road, fill him with a lot of holes
don’t f*ck with my gang ‘cause we got a lot of poles
when the little b*tch want money, i get tired of hoes
gold digging b*tches following me around like i got a pot of gold
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