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Wylin Video (MV)




Performed By: Pouya
Language: English
Written by: Cian Patterson, Pouya Kevin




Pouya - Wylin Lyrics




You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent

Infatuated by the cultivation growing inside your mind
The best of times, can't find no one like mine
I see them blind, I hear the streets
I feed them rhymes, hoes defined by their sign
Cause they can't think for themselves, never try but ask for help
From my demeanor to way I walk, the way I speak, make her weak
Apparently she told me, nobody compare to thee
One and only slowly bounce your titties for me
Don't put me in the homie zone, I'm tryna give you chromosomes
I don't sleep at night I'd rather write
Do what I gotta do to get my money right, despite
The boys and girls that wanna see me fall
Now that's a lot of people that don't wanna see me take off
Well like that girl I'm gone

You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent

One for me, two for you
She got bush like W
Push the whip like foreigns do
Spend some euros on your euro
Baby maybe, lately, I been feeling strangely
They talk sideways
Pull up to my face and act straight with me
I write a verse, while I beat my meat, yuh
Just to let you know your pussy not much worth to me, yuh
What's worse than that? Them boys behind your back, yuh
The same ones in the front, calling your phone like, "Where you at?"
I need some help, I need some hoes, I need some money
I need new clothes up on my back, spot me something
Tell me why I haven't seen you in awhile
Pussy boy, f*ck your friendship I don't want to reconcile
Bitch

You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
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You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent

Infatuated by the cultivation growing inside your mind
The best of times, can't find no one like mine
I see them blind, I hear the streets
I feed them rhymes, hoes defined by their sign
Cause they can't think for themselves, never try but ask for help
From my demeanor to way I walk, the way I speak, make her weak
Apparently she told me, nobody compare to thee
One and only slowly bounce your titties for me
Don't put me in the homie zone, I'm tryna give you chromosomes
I don't sleep at night I'd rather write
Do what I gotta do to get my money right, despite
The boys and girls that wanna see me fall
Now that's a lot of people that don't wanna see me take off
Well like that girl I'm gone

You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent

One for me, two for you
She got bush like W
Push the whip like foreigns do
Spend some euros on your euro
Baby maybe, lately, I been feeling strangely
They talk sideways
Pull up to my face and act straight with me
I write a verse, while I beat my meat, yuh
Just to let you know your pussy not much worth to me, yuh
What's worse than that? Them boys behind your back, yuh
The same ones in the front, calling your phone like, "Where you at?"
I need some help, I need some hoes, I need some money
I need new clothes up on my back, spot me something
Tell me why I haven't seen you in awhile
Pussy boy, f*ck your friendship I don't want to reconcile
Bitch

You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
You think you wylin'
You think you stylin' on me
Boy, you ain't even a challenge
I ain't worried about you boy
More worried about the down payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
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Writer: Cian Patterson, Pouya Kevin
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