Pour Two 4's - SHORELINE MAFIA, OhGeesy, Rob Vicious

AceTheFace

RonRon do that shit

I’m so pou’ed

I’m so throwed

She on go, I spend dough

Won’t hold the door, for no hoe

I ain’t polite, pollute the sprite

I do it twice, I pour two fours, in one night

I do it right

Its do or die

Do you wanna ride?

My door suicide, won’t ever switch sides

I don’t fuck no rickos cause I’m

I’m getting this cake

I don’t fuck with no fake

I don’t fuck with the jakes

I thank the Lord, everyday I wake

I give, I take, eat off your plate

You eat off mine, my nigga its fine, got love for the line

We one of a kind, ain’t hard to find

Baby whats yo sign?

Bitch I’m a Sag, count money bags

With Soulja rags, RIP Soulja Slim, Ron Ron did the beat

I’m going right in, RIP to the pimp

I’m a real ass nigga

I don’t play in the pen

I don’t think I can sit, ride around to the beat

I’m going right in

RIP to the pimp

I’m a real ass nigga

I don’t play in the pen

I’m so pou’ed

I’m so throwed

She on go, I spend dough

Won’t hold the door, for no hoe

I ain’t polite, pollute the sprite

I do it twice, I pour two fours, in one night

I do it right

I’m so pou’ed

I’m so throwed

She on go, I spend dough

Won’t hold the door, for no hoe

I ain’t polite, pollute the sprite

I do it twice, I pour two fours, in one night

I do it right

Rolling like a Masserati

Only nigga in the party sniffing crushed up molly

Got a drugged up body

And I’m bout to leave the club with a fucked up hottie

And I’m fucked up shawty

All these toxins really got me feeling «fuck my body!»

Can’t trust nobody (No)

I don’t trust nobody, I shoot up your party

shotty

fucking shotty, in the middle of the lobby

Kick it like I know karate

snipe

Baby you know I’m not cocky (No)

Shawty I’m just being honest (Honest)

Spend the stack on choppers

Send a nigga to the doctor (Braaaw)

I can’t love you, lil bitch

I love my scale (I love my scale)

We got grams

On grams on grams

On grams on grams

In the kitchen bitch I swear this bitch get hot like hell

(Hot like hell)

I wrap it up, no AOL, but you got mail

I’m so pou’ed

I’m so throwed

She on go, I spend dough

Won’t hold the door, for no hoe

I ain’t polite, pollute the sprite

I do it twice, I pour two fours, in one night

I do it right

I’m so pou’ed

I’m so throwed

She on go, I spend dough

Won’t hold the door, for no hoe

I ain’t polite, pollute the sprite

I do it twice, I pour two fours, in one night

I do it right

Pollute the sprite

I do it twice, I pour two fours, in one night

Pollute the sprite

I do it twice, I pour two fours, in one night