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Swizz Beatz – Pistol On My Side (P.O.M.S.) Lyrics ft Lil Wayne

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Swizz Beatz – Pistol On My Side (P.O.M.S.) Lyrics ft Lil Wayne

Pistol On My Side (P.O.M.S.) by  feat .

[Intro – Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne]
Let’s pray for the people we just lost “yeah”
Goddammit! Say…
Woo! Woah
Oh!

[Hook/Chorus – Lil Wayne]
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, leave a n—a on his side
Mr. Always High, but n—a, you can call me “Slime”

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Dripping Avianne, Fiji, I’m a water slide
Pockets fatter than a greedy n—a on a diet
Nina on my side, but she say you can call “Nine”
Divas on my side, so many they could form a line
Strippers on my side and I got ’em performing live
Hot girl in the bed and she prefer the warmer side
Pistol on my side, I’m talking ’bout the Army kind
Cita, that’s my moms, only had her in time
Pistol on my side, you don’t wanna hear it harmonize
Numbers don’t lie, the Number One Stun- never mind
Tunechi in this b—h, eyes looking like Konnichiwa
Swizzy on the beat, I’ma beat it like policia
Burr, burr, burr, man the Uzi needs speech lessons
Pistol in my briefs, you don’t wanna get this brief message
Here we go, here we go
Oh, oh, y’all think it’s a game “yeah”

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[Hook/Chorus – Lil Wayne]
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, leave a n—a on his side
Pistol on my side, talking ’bout the Army kind
Pistol on my side, leave a n—a on his side

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne & Swizz Beatz]
Swizzy on the beat, I beat your a-s it like policia
Tunechi in this b—h, eyes looking like Konnichiwa
Pistol on my side, you don’t want that thing to scream at ya
Laughing when you die, boy, my pistol a comedian “brr”
Pistol on my side, now he lying like the media
Clips longer than encyclopedias, you’re reading ’em
Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel, medium “brr”
We ain’t hitting licks, we beating ’em and repeating ’em
Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine
Sugar sweet codeine, it ain’t purple, then I’m barfing
Gang ride or die, like we sitting on Harley’s “skrt”
Let the thing talk like it’s sitting on Maury “burr”
Good, good, too good, in my doobie, I can’t be stressing
Ugh, ugh, ugh, that b—h moody, you may leave a message
Plll-plll-plll to his chest, give him three presses
Pistol in my briefs, you don’t wanna get this brief message
Here we go! Weezy!

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[Hook/Chorus – Lil Wayne]
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job

SONG INFO

Produced By: AraabMUZIK & Swizz Beatz

Released: September 14, 2018

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