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letra de field - pollàri

prod. senseiatl

[intro/chorus: pollàri/larry]
yeah! wow!
i was trappin’ in that field i was lonely
can’t trust every face, n-gg-s phony
you are not my b-tch, no one and only
every where i go these hoes they know me
foreign b-tch that just be my taste
designer sh-t always on my waist
if that boy gon’ play he might just get sprayed
if that boy gon’ play he might just get sprayed
i was in the field it was so lonely
always making shady b-tches owe me
had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type sh-t
playing keep away with this bag i just hit
i was in the field it was so lonely
always making shady b-tches owe me
had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type sh-t
playing keep away with this bag i just hit

[verse 1: randy!]
five bands on my wrist, the drugs just hit
my trigger finger itch that motherf-cker ticklish
my neck ain’t rob dyrdek, but that motherf-cker ridiculous
i just met your b-tch, yung randy a met that’s how i hit
you want a tip, b-tch get out the way
hollow tip coming to your door once a day
i’mma hit the dope with oxyclean, yeah randy billy mayes
your b-tch blowing up my phone like a god d-mn grenade

[verse 2: pollàri]
yeah, look
your b-tch call my line because i’m s-xy, oh
diamonds hefty, got water like a jetski, oh
gucci bag hold the ratchet, please dont test me, oh
gucci bag hold the ratchet, please dont test me, oh
money on my mind, that’s just how i feel, oh, yeah
used to run the check way before the deal, oh, yeah
money on my mind, that’s just how i feel, oh, yeah
might just take his b-tch, eat like a meal, oh, yeah

[chorus: pollàri/larry]
i was trappin’ in that field i was lonely
can’t trust every face, n-gg-s phony
you are not my b-tch, no one and only
every where i go these hoes they know me
foreign b-tch that just be my taste
designer sh-t always on my waist
if that boy gon’ play he might just get sprayed
if that boy gon’ play he might just get sprayed
i was in the field it was so lonely
always making shady b-tches owe me
had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type sh-t
playing keep away with this bag i just hit
i was in the field it was so lonely
always making shady b-tches owe me
had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type sh-t
playing keep away with this bag i just hit

[verse 3: senseiatl]
ain’t sh-t sweet, catch me hittin’ licks
i’mma lay it down, hit you with a stick
i’mma lay it down, might just f-ck your b-tch
bustin’ down the grip, bustin’ down the brick
catch me with the [?], posted in the mob
keep the work on deck, so you know i do the job
kickin’ sh-t with the money something like jiu jitsu
draco with a mag, b-tch come and get a issue

[verse 4: larry]
yeah, uh, larry!
you a capper, you on caps lock
please stop talkin’ let me show you
comme des garçons straight from ’04, but it really might be older
whatever in that bag ain’t worth ’bout half what’s on my shoulder
fresh seal, dump it in some cola
run that back, i need that bad
it ain’t even, you just watch your comrades
and it’s all because we in demand, yeah

- pollari

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