Pouya - Copy Cat lyrics

[Verse 1: Pouya] Stunna b**h I go harder than thunder Your b**h all on my dick, s**ing me up, just like a plunger f** 'em and throw 'em away Baby Bone got to get paid It's stopping this hustle or grinding until day And driving the southern Mercedes, y'all having babies Still gotta work, to pick up some payments But it's all good cuz I feel like the greatest No one can stop me, I'm getting this paper Stop calling my phone, I don't owe you no favors Sweet and sour p**y flavor That b**h is on paper s**ing and f**ing for favors Where was you when I was working so hard? I swear to god I been on my job since I was two feet tall I did this sh** on my own, and a couple of homies I know And a couple b**hes that blow, by me like windshield snow We could have did something great But now that you want to hate I'm taking it back inside of your mom, I'll put you back in your place I'm not with that kissing and sh**, so b**h get out of my face And when we f** she first to come like she was winning the race But Baby Bone need some pay, so be patient and wait Cuz when I bust one in your eye then everything gon' be great Got her looking like pirates, I ain't rocking no pyrex Got a problem we can solve 'em like we taking a**ignments Waist so skinny, that p**y so fat My homies be tilted like T.I.P.'s hat It's a full flex she be throwing it back Baby girl listen you missin' the facts It's for the money, I gotta get that Chasing the cheese, I gotta get that But I cannot f** with not one of you rats You wanna be me, I'm noticing that, ya [Hook: Pouya] Copy cat's ain't nothing but some wannabes I know Baby Bone is who you really want to be I gotta keep it low key cuz they jocking me Flat line 'em all, football, varsity [Verse 2: Pouya] I'd rather get broke than get money off you Not a religion but my word is true Stick 'em up, hit that boy up in his tooth Only alive when I step in the booth I gotta do me everyday, you do you I see everything, I know what you do You steadily talking sh** trying to be cool Acting like you are still in middle school b**h [Hook: Pouya] Copy cat's ain't nothing but some wannabes I know Baby Bone is who you really want to be I gotta keep it low key cuz they jocking me Flat line 'em all, football, varsity [Verse 3: Pouya] Stunna b**h I go harder than thunder Your b**h all on my dick, s**ing me up, just like a plunger f** 'em and throw 'em away Baby Bone got to get paid It's stopping this hustle or grinding until day And driving the southern Mercedes, y'all having babies Still gotta work, to pick up some payments But it's all good cuz I feel like the greatest No one can stop me, I'm getting this paper Stop calling my phone, I don't owe you no favors Sweet and sour p**y flavor That b**h is on paper s**ing and f**ing for favors All of your b**hes contagious, all of my homies outrageous Get buck when you see me, everybody going crazy None of you haters can phase me, cuz I be doing it daily Baby Bone b**h I do this sh**, man I ain't playin' [Hook: Pouya] Copy cat's ain't nothing but some wannabes I know Baby Bone is who you really want to be I gotta keep it low key cuz they jocking me Flat line 'em all, football, varsity [Outro: Pouya] Stunna Stunna Stunna Stunna (b**h)