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jimi hendrix on his last string - pocal lyrics

yeah, mic check
mic check
2,1
1,2
yeah
[verse 1: pocal]
first time i shot a pistol i thought my ass went deaf
used to do the right thing got my js stole then my ass went left
can’t even trust the n*ggas i’m asking for help
that pain just as bad as a belt
would’ve had they back to the death
but f*ck it every man for they self
crazy looking out for everybody but me
remember zia pressing some mexican where everybody could see
his cousin came out the cut with it upped, i was right there almost thought it was for me
told him don’t do it so he didn’t, kind of wish he got popped on the knee
at least
when will i be, happy
when will i be, at peace
when will i be… (when will i be)
i just want a mansion homie
a couple wives matching rollies in holy matrimony
rina know how to hold her liquor
savannah know how to pack a stogie
rina got them big ole titties
savannah got that ass fasho’
n0body trip over attention we faded jamming oldies
forbes 30 under 30 my n*gga that’s the motive
you ever had that burning feeling in your stomach and just can’t control it
bounced back from a l into another one and just had to hold it
sh*t d*mn near break your will feeling like you can’t keep going
you got go through that to get to this then it’s back in motion
jimi off the acid finessing them strings, mike jackson on it
tiger woods hitting the greens right after he cheat, right back to stroking
or iron mike putting out a n*gga lights, when his back was broken
i’m just say i don’t think it’s a n*gga better than me and i’m standing on it
{verse 2: gee wavy]
you already know what it is it pocal you know how we get down my n*gga
wavy sh*t not no baby sh*t you hear me
first time a n*gga swiped, n*gga 3 cards d’d
next time them n*ggas came around they was 3 cars deep
going so got d*mn hard i took a week off sleep
left a hole in his steaming like when rasheed got t’d
aye young wave my life so cinematic, my face is smooth my motives jagged
tree that had a rotten apple, upstream battles with no paddle
whitney’s brother never sober, polish pimping tip the totem
opponents and they stay proposing but that 30 already loaded
first time i told a b*tch a secret do not leak it
b*tch got to telling her people like what the f*ck was i thinking
could’ve swore the b*tch was a keeper then i made the b*tch beat it
faked everything with the hoe i don’t like yo’ baby either, i said it
my cousin said smack deon i do not regret it
first time i hit the blunt i ain’t get high cause i wasn’t inhaling
dragged a n*gga 30 feet by his collar at cj wedding
wave will change you, i f*cked a lot hoes but they wasn’t hoes when i met em
n*ggas second guessing when sh*t get hot like serengeti
transport then i mail it then i go talk to that n*gga sampson
sh*t ain’t come from no pamphlet, a n*gga swipe for ham sandwich
top rope i rob van dam it, 30 for 30 do damage
aye d*mn i need to slow down
these n*ggas missing digits they 2 toes down
n0body f*cking with me and my n*gga pocal
just a stand up n*gga the last to go down
f*ck with me, wavy

- pocal lyrics

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