Pouya Feat. Night Lovell – “Don’t Bang My Line” Lyrics

(Chorus: Pouya)
Gotta go get it go jump out da couch
Grip on da nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet sit back baby don’t be loud
Don’t bang my line never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide
Gotta go get it go jump out da couch
Grip on da nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet sit back baby don’t be loud
Don’t bang my line never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide

(Verse 1: Pouya)
Swervin’ bendin’ corners wit no purpose to my life I got no permit But I’m workin on my new mixtape tonight
Now that my chain hang low
Now that my neck so froze
Baby, I can be yo savage you can be my rose, yuh
Most of the underground rappers you f*ck with today gotta pay they respect to me
Lately been feelin like I was vital aspect
A reason that these rappers breathin’
Leave ’em tha cement leakin’ at my leisure
Baby bone
I ain’t never been a hoe
p*ss* boy you ain’t got nine lives
5’5 got a nine gotta let ’em hoes fly

(Chorus: Pouya)
Gotta go get it go jump out da couch
Grip on da nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet sit back baby don’t be loud
Don’t bang my line never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide
Gotta go get it go jump out da couch
Grip on da nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet sit back baby don’t be loud
Don’t bang my line never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide

(Verse 2: Night Lovell)
Alison, Valerie, all my b*tch*s now
Tryna kill, for the sins, I got stitches now
Watch me walk, do your kindness you can’t track me down
Leave your life up on the floor, no we don’t make a sound
I can’t do this sh*t my mind is losing all is presence
Don’t leave my crib to be surrounded by these peasants
I don’t got no frame
White b*tch sniff cocaine
13 diamond chains
Old b*tch said I’m not the same

(Chorus: Pouya)
Gotta go get it go jump out da couch
Grip on da nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet sit back baby don’t be loud
Don’t bang my line never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide
Gotta go get it go jump out da couch
Grip on da nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet sit back baby don’t be loud
Don’t bang my line never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide