Pouya

Released: March 25, 2015

Songwriter: Pouya

Producer: Cian P

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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, fuck your friendship I don't want to reconcile
Bitch

[Chorus]
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

Kevin Pouya (born December 20, 1994), simply known as Pouya, is an American rapper in the South Florida underground scene. His father is from Iran, his mother from Cuba. He is part of the Miami collective Buffet Boys, which he started with long-time collaborator Fat Nick.

Known for his long hair, introspective raps, and fondness of Cadillacs, Pouya has since starting his career in 2012 made a big name for himself in the Florida underground scene. He is influenced by a variety of horrorcore rappers including Cleveland group, Bones Thugs-n-Harmony.

While living with Fat Nick at Nick’s mom’s house, Kevin released his debut mixtape, Fuck It. In an interview with The Hundreds, he talked about what his life would be like if he didn’t pursue

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