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letra de poka face joka face - big homiie g

[intro]
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
i want some more
(kj, let the beat knock)
let the motherf-cker knock, kj

[chorus]
woah (woah), they hate how my life keep goin’ up, “d-mn, look a g, he blowin’ up”
slept on a pallet growin’ up, f-ck everybody who ain’t with us
i be ready for whatever come my way, if a n-gga touch me, they gon’ die today
you don’t think i’ma do it, that’s my poker face
to a end-up dunk, jumper face

[verse 1]
i be sippin’ that drink like it’s jungle juice (woah), why n-ggas act like they bullyproof? (why?)
only thing you gon’ take you is you caught out of bounds, you gon’ get dropped like a d-mn roof (roof)
i got them young hitters in the nawf, i got them shooters in the map too
i know a n-gga for the right price, he’ll do it right around you (you)
that’s just how this sh-t go
roll the dice, what they hittin’ for? (ooh)
glock on me, it’s a gen 4, got a switch on it, full of kits though (grrt)
you ain’t never seen a real wash up close, you like how it hit, don’t it? (ooh)
buss down ap with the vvs, spent about a brick on it (ooh)
and i ain’t wake up lit, i put in overtime for this sh-t (yeah)
she gon’ have to go through h-ll and back before i call her my b-tch (i call her my b-tch)
used to be hands on with the dope, i got eyeb-lls with some sh-t (eyeb-lls with some sh-t)
you just hatin’ on a n-gga, you ain’t even got a reason, dog, you a b-tch (you a b-tch)
[chorus]
woah, they hate how my life keep goin’ up, “d-mn, look a g, he blowin’ up” (woah)
slept on a pallet growin’ up (woah), f-ck everybody who ain’t with us (ah)
i be ready for whatever come my way (woah), if a n-gga touch me, they gon’ die today (bah)
you don’t think i’ma do it, that’s my poker face (b-tch)
to a end-up dunk, jumper face (wow)

[verse 2]
i be gettin’ to the money in nikes (in nikes), that’s probably why n-ggas don’t like me (don’t like me)
i don’t know if they tryna indict me (indict me), but i’m still yellin’, “free shiesty” (free shiesty)
i don’t give a f-ck where we’re at, get to hittin’ in the car like mikey (baow)
i’m so cold, they bite me (they bite me), don’t they sound just like me? (just like me)
yeah, i can’t make this sh-t up (woah), broad day in memphis, you might get hit up (baow)
yeah, my city wicked (wicked), you get k!lled for dissin’
they’ll blackball you ’bout these hoes, these n-ggas too consistent (d-mn)
everything i got, got it out the mud, went got myself a ticket

[chorus]
woah (woah), they hate how my life keep goin’ up, “d-mn, look a g, he blowin’ up” (up)
slept on a pallet growin’ up (up), f-ck everybody who ain’t with us (ha)
i be ready for whatever come my way, if a n-gga touch me, they gon’ die today
you don’t think i’ma do it, that’s my poker face
to a end-up dunk, jumper face

- big homiie g

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