Known for his collaborations with New Orleans group, $uicideboy$, and rappers, Rich Brian, Fat Nick, Shakewell, Ghostemane, Ramirez, KXLLSWXTCH and Robb Bank$. He has been influenced by a variety of horrorcore rap groups, including Three 6 Mafia and UGK, but primarily the Cleveland group, Bones Thugs-n-Harmony.
Beginning his career in 2012 with his debut mixtape, Fuck It, Pouya has since released multiple mixtapes and five commercial albums, the first of which, Underground Underdog which claimed the second spot atop on the iTunes Top Hip Hop Albums. Initially, his goal in rap music was to distance himself from traditional underground rappers and rap about his background of poverty but has since expanded his content to a much wider variety of topics. Some of Pouya’s more popular material include the $OUTH $IDE $UICIDE album, his collaboration with Rich Chigga and Ghostface Killah, “Dat Stick Remix”, and his own hit singles, “Get Buck”, "Suicidal Thoughts in the Back of the Caddilac", and "Void".
2) Pouya Jalili Pour, known as Pouya is an Iranian singer. He is most famous for his 2000 “Safar” (Journey) song. Pouya's songs has spread out among Iranians, Afghans and other Persian speaking people. Pouya performs Persian pop music and he currently lives in Los Angeles, California.
Hunnit Hunnit
POUYA Lyrics
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Then he shooting like the Pistons
Probably won't call me back cause he knows the Pipe go glisten
[?] trapping and the pistol never missing
Still sippin' that, got my amigo in the kitchen if you trap for that shit once
Then he shooting like the Pistons
Probably won't call me back cause he knows the Pipe go glisten
[?] trapping and the pistol never missing
Drop the Xaney in her beverage, I guess now I got some leverage
She look me in my eyes she told me "baby you the bestest"
That's cool and everything but you ain't getting on this guest list
Choking bitches till they breathless
Till their neck is red as cancerous blood then wipe my balls with a dud
I ain't a faggot but I'm in love with Benjamin
You know what irrelevant, bitches make me sick but I'm optimistic
With the dick might just drop one on your lip, bitch
Still sippin' that, got my amigo in the kitchen if you trap for that shit once
Then he shooting like the Pistons
Probably won't call me back cause he knows the Pipe go glisten
[?] trapping and the pistol never missing
Still sippin' that, got my amigo in the kitchen if you trap for that shit once
Then he shooting like the Pistons
Probably won't call me back cause he knows the Pipe go glisten
[?] trapping and the pistol never missing
I know some things, I never did before but I ain't telling secrets, that's a private session
Keep the Smith and Wesson when I'm in my session
'Cause these rappers want to get some peace of mine when all I really want is peace of mind
Imma duck your smiles, dick up till the sun go down, in your momma
All I want to do is see these commas in my future [?]
Doing backflips on my mattress, bust it open be my canvas
No, these hoes just want to see my savage side
I don't need the blue check, the hoes go know I'm verified
Certified to match in, scrutinizes perfection, don't be second-guessing me, bitch
Suck on my dick
Suck on my dick
She said she going to come through and suck on my dick
Suck on my dick
Suck on my dick
She said she going to come through and suck on my dick
Still sippin' that, got my amigo in the kitchen if you trap for that shit once
Then he shooting like the Pistons
Probably won't call me back cause he knows the Pipe go glisten
[?] trapping and the pistol never missing
Ya suck on this dick, bitch, hunnit-hunnit gang shit
The lyrics to Pouya's song "Hunnit Hunnit" are filled with violent and provocative language that centers on drug usage, casual misogyny and displays of wealth. Pouya describes his continued use of drugs and his close relationship with his drug dealer or "amigo" who is always ready to shoot if needed. He suggests that he is not surprised if his acquaintance does not return his calls because he knows that Pouya likes to show off his expensive jewelry or "Pipe" that glimmers like metal.
Pouya brags about his ability to buy women's affection by slipping drugs into their drinks and laments the fact that some women will not take no for an answer when it comes to getting on his guest list. He further objectifies women by discussing choking them until they are breathless, painting a violent and disturbing picture. Throughout the song, Pouya reaffirms his love for money, rather than people, equating happiness with the number of "commas" in his future. He suggests that he is verified by the women around him, with or without a blue checkmark on his social media accounts.
Overall, the song is a mix of nihilistic and hedonistic attitudes, with violent language littered throughout. Pouya appears to center his insecurities and anxieties in his ownership of money, drugs, and women, using them to prove to himself his worth, rather than finding self-worth within himself. The song is a bleak commentary on the emptiness of consumer culture and its effects on one's psyche.
Line by Line Meaning
Still sippin' that, got my amigo in the kitchen if you trap for that shit once
Then he shooting like the Pistons
Probably won't call me back cause he knows the Pipe go glisten
[?] trapping and the pistol never missing
I'm still drinking that lean and my friend is cooking up drugs. If someone tries to cheat us, he's ready to shoot like a basketball player from the Pistons team. He probably won't call me back because he knows I have a shiny gun and will retaliate. We're trapping and our shooting game is never weak.
Drop the Xaney in her beverage, I guess now I got some leverage
She look me in my eyes she told me "baby you the bestest"
That's cool and everything but you ain't getting on this guest list
Choking bitches till they breathless
Till their neck is red as cancerous blood then wipe my balls with a dud
I ain't a faggot but I'm in love with Benjamin
You know what irrelevant, bitches make me sick but I'm optimistic
With the dick might just drop one on your lip, bitch
I put drugs in her drink now she owes me. She thinks I'm the best, but that doesn't mean she's invited to my party. I like to choke women until they turn red and use a dirty cloth to clean up after. I'm not into men, but I love money. Women make me angry, but I try to remain hopeful. I might surprise you with my manhood, bitch.
I know some things, I never did before but I ain't telling secrets, that's a private session
Keep the Smith and Wesson when I'm in my session
'Cause these rappers want to get some peace of mine when all I really want is peace of mind
Imma duck your smiles, dick up till the sun go down, in your momma
All I want to do is see these commas in my future [?]
Doing backflips on my mattress, bust it open be my canvas
No, these hoes just want to see my savage side
I don't need the blue check, the hoes go know I'm verified
Certified to match in, scrutinizes perfection, don't be second-guessing me, bitch
I know some secrets, but I won't reveal them, that's confidential. I keep a gun when I rap because other rappers try to diss me. I just want peace of mind, not to entertain other people. I have sex with your mother and don't want anything else. All I care about is making money. I have fun in my personal space, but these women only want to see my wild side. I don't need a verified checkmark, these women know me. I'm the perfect match and you shouldn't doubt me, bitch.
Suck on my dick
Suck on my dick
She said she going to come through and suck on my dick
Suck on my dick
Suck on my dick
She said she going to come through and suck on my dick
The woman I'm talking about in this song offered to perform oral sex on me and I'm bragging about it.
Still sippin' that, got my amigo in the kitchen if you trap for that shit once
Then he shooting like the Pistons
Probably won't call me back cause he knows the Pipe go glisten
[?] trapping and the pistol never missing
Repeat of the first verse.
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Written by: Kevin Pouya
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