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letra de poland (remix) - pi'erre bourne, sharc, & frazier trill

[verse 1: frazier trill]
i ain’t on no brother sh-t, i’m on some murder sh-t
and my stick it hit like long range, i don’t know lame
i ain’t pressed about another ho, just did another show
she a liar but she trust me though, you know how it go
i’m a cold n-gga, you a broke n-gga
i ain’t pressed though, i’m the best though
lay ’em down, n-gga, you a clown n-gga
f-ck it, let ’em hit, hit, hit
i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t, ’bout sh-t
lay him down, you a b-tch, i was down, now i’m rich
came up like i’m mitch
most of these hoes ain’t sh-t
[verse 2: sharc]
i’m in poland, they got blue eyes, brunette, blonde sh-t, woah
double x my fleece and jacket, north face cost drip, woah
sharc dump first then roll his opps inside a raw spliff (smoke, smoke)
get big checks like [?] rock the barclay’s
she got vv’s in her t–th and on her nose ring (big sharc)
crack got sweet, gang came deep, and we toting (woah)
coldstone creamery, she skeeted on that trojan
[?] clean wockesha [?] fanta
she beat meat, but shawty vegan, think that’s awkward (it’s sus)
cuz from warsaw, keep a yopstick in his moncler
three hundred a zip, this that wockhardt
gadgets on the gl!ck, i’m a chopstar

[verse 3: pi’erre bourne]
ayy, i took the block to poland, still praying for the ukrainian
ayy, we bigger than [?] now, we finally famous
yeah, she picture perfect, i paint on her wall, i’d like to frame it
shoot for the moon, aim for the stars, hoping to god i graze it
yeah, her p-ssy amazing, i’m saying my grace like i gotta thank it
if she could pack up my d-ck and leave, yeah, she probably would take it
that b-tch prescribed the vitamin p, ’cause every morning she take d-ck
she want some brown sugar from me, ho must think i’m taye diggs
[?] and say kiss
point to my pants like the weatherman, it’s a high chance she gon’ taste it
i’m fresh to death but i made it
hitting this ho named hillary, she only know where the bank is
these n-ggas losin’, they tankin’
i’m married to the money, i’m taken

- pierre bourne sharc frazier trill

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