Billy Mays - Pouya

I got clean-cut coke for you

What the man gotta do to get inside of you?

I see you lookin' over here, wishing you was in my conversation

Your man lookin' too but I don’t feel intimidated

A pocket rocket keep me separated from all the lames

You can tell I’m getting money from the pit stains

Triple S got your bitch by the whip

Fuck around, get split by the lyrics

Up the fye, kill them flies (Yuh)

Tell no lies on my guys (Yeah)

On the rise, tidal wave (Bitch)

Billy Mays, Billy Mays (Yuh)

Up the fye, kill them flies (Hol' up)

Tell no lies on my guys (Hol' up)

On the rise, tidal wave (Yuh)

Billy Mays, Billy Mays

I ain’t Denzel but you know I’m a star

Fuck with me, baby, I could take you far

I got what you need, I know what you want

You don’t gotta talk

Competition is missin', I win by default

No man like me in this world

But I turn to a beast when I’m deep in you, girl

Ayy, hold up

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Up the fye, kill them flies (Yuh)

Tell no lies on my guys (Yuh)

On the rise, tidal wave (Bitch)

Billy Mays, Billy Mays (Yuh)

Up the fye, kill them flies (Hol' up)

Tell no lies on my guys (Hol' up)

On the rise, tidal wave (Yuh)

Billy Mays, Billy Mays