My Nigga
Mr. Pookie Lyrics


My niggas move silent My niggas do
My niggas move silent My niggas do
My niggas move silent My niggas do
My niggas move silent My niggas do

My niggas move silent My niggas do
My niggas move silent My niggas do
My niggas My niggas
My niggas My niggas
My niggas move silent
Boy I'm violent
Favorite color purple
But I might like some violence

Yea We in the sky
Soaring we flyin'
Thot get off my phone
Wit that crying

I gotta better girl
She a quarter you nickel
Screw a dime go yea
Just suck on my pickle
Rip Juice yea slime we gon miss you

Pour out before we flick u
We want all the muthafuckin' issues
Another nigga in the usa wit a missile
Poles aiming at u so choppa won't miss

Told my B's grab on on to they pistols
This boys is mad I'm grabbing his bitch too
I hit from the back She loving my missel
Said that I gave her that Tickle tickle
Counting my nickels

I'm putting a hit on yo head
Niggas is mad that I'm getting that bread
Spending my money I'm all on the meds
Y'all trippen my nigga y'all ain't wearing red

My niggas move silent we got infrared
King like I'm tut put a crown on my head
Say I'm the boss yea I'm making the plans
Left you for me now she say I'm her mans
Yea

My niggas move silent
My niggas move silent
My niggas do

My niggas move silent
My niggas move silent
My niggas do

My niggas move silent
My niggas move silent
My niggas do

My niggas move silent
My niggas move silent
My niggas do


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Written by: Jaylen Hunt

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