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Poota
548
Hip-Hop/Rap
Poota was released on May 17, 2020 by LiL MoCo as a part of the album Poota - Single
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Release DateMay 17, 2020
LabelLiL MoCo
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LiL MoCo
LiL MoCo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moco Hernandez
Moco Hernandez
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ur hynas chilling in the backseat of my G-Ride
Score a goal between her thick thighs, like im Cristian
Dog my mom always mad as fuck, pull your dickies up
Live my life with NO RAGRETS puta I'ma eat the butt
Bust it open in the Ford Troka, my tio's troka
I gotta crack the windows open huele a panocha
Chicken tamales yeah we make em, Abuela bake 'em
Dont ever disrespect the raiders, fucking hater
[Verse 1]
Me and my homies at the kick it spot, doing tik toks
Neighbors always call t he cops , pinche ra-ta-ta-ta-tas
Abuelas chancla make the bodies drop, cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
I forgot to do the dishes, now my grandma wanna box
And these skonkas always talkin' shit, yadda-yadda-ya
Say you pregnant, and the babys mine, bitch I pulled it out?
Only time you'll have my babies when I leave them in ur mouth
Hoodrat get up off my front yard for I grrrrrrrrrrrr
Ur hella dumb, stupid, ur eyebrows are fucked
Call ur brother over let that vat0 get jumped
Bitch u dumb, stupid, ur eyebrows are fucked
Yeah, you got your papers, but your feet fuckin' ugly
Skonka, listen
Your baby dads hella trippin'
Ill beat his ass piñata
Let you taste my horchata
Pito hot like a plancha
I can make u my sancha
Q'uvole, mami
On ur rag, you nasty
Fuck it, lets try it
They smell weed get excited
Verga, six flags, ur girl, wanna ride it
Abuela, tripping, she got Cabronavirus
Did u clean ur room? Did u mop the floor?
She want the fade she violent
Ur hynas chilling in the backseat of my G-Ride
Bust a huevo in her face and I gave her pink eye
Dog my mom always mad as fuck, pull your dickies up
Live my life with NO RAGRETS puta I'ma eat the butt
Bust it open in the Ford Troka, my tio's troka
I gotta crack the windows open huele a panocha
Chicken tamales yeah we make em, Abuela bake 'em
Dont ever disrespect the raiders, fucking hater
[Verse 2]
You're on, you're rag, big mad
Eyebrows, dont match, big sad
Im not, his dad, stay mad
Aha! Aha aha!
You aint getting a dollar from me bitch you big mad
You let us run a train you dont know who's the kids dad
Grandma swinging at me with the cinto got me big sad
Tell me how I ran out of 7-11 with a big bag?
Written by: Moco Hernandez
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