D. Tae - Poker Face

Eviction notice
Now we in a motel room
Moma what’s that odor
I see crack pipes in the bathroom
Every night I pray
I pray the lord my soul to take
Can’t show my pain
I got to keep my poker face
Racks on me
Packs on me
Any weapon formed against me can never harm me
We got choppas
We got pistols like the fucking Army
Nigga run up on me, nigga run up on me
At the top it get lonely
I aint never switch up on my homies
Got keep it real
Keep that shit one hunnid
You know how niggas be changing when they get that money
Eviction notice
Now we in a motel room
Moma what’s that odor
I see crack pipes in the bathroom
Every night I pray
I pray the lord my soul to take
Can’t show my pain
I got to keep my poker face
Eviction notice
Now we in a motel room
Moma what’s that odor
I see crack pipes in the bathroom
Every night I pray
I pray the lord my soul to take
Can’t show my pain
I got to keep my poker face
I was in the street like concrete and road signs
There’s a lot of things I’ve seen
That You don’t know about
If I told you all of my secrets would you keep em Victoria
Yeah victoria
Cuz Money is the only thing I think about
I graduated and moved out of my Moma house
I ain’t worrying about no hoe
I’m not worried about a spouse
I just want that throat
Give me that mouth
I want that head
Just like my English teacher I just wanted comas
They watched me drown in that water
Now watch me come up
Put that bitch up in a lock
Stone cold stunna
I got forty’s I got hella glocks
Nigga I’m about murder
I got white bitches
Pink pussy
That shit look like sherbet
They tried to stop me at the goal line but I ain’t Machael turner
She want molly Percocet
That pussy get her wet
Now them folks tryna kick us out the Jects
Damn
Eviction notice
Now we in a motel room
Moma what’s that odor
I see crack pipes in the bathroom
Every night I pray
I pray the lord my soul to take
Can’t show my pain
I got to keep my poker face
Eviction notice
Now we in a motel room
Moma what’s that odor
I see crack pipes in the bathroom
Every night I pray
I pray the lord my soul to take
Can’t show my pain
I got to keep my poker face
Boa boa boa boa
I done lost all my dawgs
Rip Dman
Rip Shaq
Long live quick
Rip granny
Rip grandad
Rip Dj
Rip 98
Seen so much death
Starting to think I’m next
Don’t show yo pain
Aye all that pain
Keep yo poker face
You gotta win the game

Written by:
Dante Young

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