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letra de pollies - speng2c6

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verse 1:

probably pollies with my colleagues

yardies, couple mali’s

thotties ain’t no dollies

bodies, p-ssy like a dirty shotti

winter time we warming up with heaters

we gon slide in beaters

niece is young and need me like i need her

eating food to feed her

on god i won’t leave her

she’s a earner, she’s a keeper

she’s a burner, she’s a cheater

might finesse you out your sneakers

see my side ting that’s the tina

on my toes like ballerinas

have a threesome with my nina

might just buss up on your beamer

in the west end with my wesson

n-ggas force feeding agression

you ain’t tough, you finessing

cause your st-rdiness in question

you get wet, turn the tide

you don’t need a car to ride

who you with, pick a side

politicing, vote or die

chorus:
(whosrome)

i be in the city

bad b-tch, she rolling with me

get that money, keep it solid, 150

never switching, we them n-ggas

we got b-tches too

capping like you know what we do

oh no no no no no no no no no no

you don’t want no pollies with me

oh no no no no no no no no no no

you don’t want no pollies with me no

verse 2:

catch me in canada, not in no goose

i’m in a moose, show you a peice, chuck up a deuce

heard that you shoot i need the proof

i don’t mean evidence, calling you disney

cause i see a mickey and i see a goof

i’m making minute maid i got the juice

your b-tch thirsty and she need a douche

she need a wash, home boy you washed

watching me hating won’t make you a boss

watching me making back all that you that loss

you want war gotta won’t pay what it cost

stain no sauce, wrist on frost

you should go find a new trap, get with the times and adapt

the money you lack, will not get made off my back

you could get laid on your back

watch how you act, watch what you say

your life was given they took it away

almost took mine i was jugging a play

jack boy finessing a jook as a j

no lost dog but he took in a stray

hands in his pockets he’s looking for pay

no mask on gotta look at his face

boys in the hood now they looking for trey

chorus:

verse 3:
(whosrome)

all of my n-ggas want smoke

none of my n-ggas gon fold

pull up and do what i want

bezels on us why they front

riding around in a beamer

riding around with a heater

slide on your block in a beater

ain’t wifen’ no skeezer

ain’t wifen’ no skeezer

diamonds of the meter

bezzy in a freezer

cubic your a cheater

she think i don’t need her

she wanna f-ck with caesar

chorus:

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