Chase Christian - Pour One Up

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Pour this one up for the real niggas
Flip a bird to these fakes hoes
Mixing the drank with the faygo
My mood depend how my day go
Want me a baddie like J-Lo
But these girls they in love with the pesos
These bitches got horns not no halos
Can't trust em at all nigga case closed

Drink so much see the bottom of the bottle
Got my heart broke so I drink for my sorrows
Fuck with the clique and they letting off hollows
Gotta new hoe and she nasty she swallow
She throw it back like it ain't no tomorrow
But she still ain't you so it don't solve my problems
You know I ain't got real love for no thot hoes

I guess my love for you was see through
I held it down wouldn't leave you
I said I love you you said me too
Then you took it back girl you evil
Introduced you to my people
Know this shit not fair know it ain't equal
Way you did me shouldn't be legal

But shoutout my niggas because they got my back through it all
Had my back against the wall
All I wanna do is ball
Who gone catch me if I fall

Pour this one up for the real niggas
Flip a bird to these fakes hoes
Mixing the drank with the faygo
My mood depend how my day go
Want me a baddie like J-Lo
But these girls they in love with the pesos
These bitches got horns not no halos
Can't trust em at all nigga case closed

I can't trust none these hoes
Really trust no one I just stay by my lone
Back to the world like I'm rocking Vlone
These niggas gay in love with me they some clones
Fuck on this hoe say she like my cologne
Play her new songs say she like how I how I flow
She be fucking with scrubs say come fuck with a pro

Finna kick it with this bad bitch and she nasty
Send a Uber to her place man fuck a taxi
She be sending freaky pictures while she in the back seat
Said she finna eat me up like a laffy taffy
She know I run this money up like a fucking track team
Really getting stupid paper feel bad for my past thing
But she the one that left me took off like a track meet

Poured the last one up for all the real niggas
Pour the next two for all you bad hoes
Need to pour three up if you a sad hoe
Pour four up if you get mad dough
I just finished my whole glass though
Used to think about that cash in that class hoe
Now I'm increasing my cash flow
Celebrate cause I just made a bag bro

Written by:
Elijah Smith

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