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letra de "where yo pole at?" - young nooski

[intro: young nooski]
(ayy, jd on the beat, ho)
boom! boom! boom!
nooski!
ayy, b-tch where yo pole at?!
don’t run!
hah!

[chorus: young nooski]
he talk tough in them comments, where yo pole at when we slid? (b-tch!)
caught his ass lackin’, now his goofy face all in the wind (boom!)
b-tch, i’m 12 with a switch, why the f-ck would i pretend? (h-ll nah)
let the window drop, i hop out — grrah-grrah — spin again!
don’t ask if we slid, you gon’ see that sh-t on shirts (on god)
we don’t do no warnin’ shots — we shoot first, then reverse (skrrt!)
buddy actin’ like a k!ller, put his face right in the dirt (f-ck him!)
now his mama postin’ pictures, cryin’ talkin’ ’bout he hurt (nah b-tch!)

[verse: 4block lil mari]
big .30 glock, that b-tch too fat, so i tuck it in my drawers (boom-boom!)
spot a opp lackin’ by the store, made him dance like mardi gras (f-ck, b-tch!)
he was tweetin’ like a dеmon, now he layin’ with his jaw split
i’m the oldest on thе drill, but i’ll show you how to off sh-t (bow!)
we don’t rap for the net, we shoot sh-t in real life (facts)
6ixteen years old, hoppin’ out with pipes bigger than my height (grrah!)
i was posted by them traphouses, we was thuggin’ every night
you was in the crib with juice and snacks, i was duckin’ red and blue lights (p-ssy!)
they like “mari go too far,” b-tch i ain’t go far enough (nah)
i heard that goofy still breathin’, f-ck it, spin the block and rough him up (b-tch!)
put his body in a bag, and his man in the trunk (for real)
now they talkin’ on the ‘gram, like them lil’ boys don’t suck (lame!)
[chorus: young nooski & 4block lil mari]
he talk tough in them comments, where yo pole at when we slid? (b-tch!)
caught his ass lackin’, now his goofy face all in the wind (grrah!)
b-tch, i’m 12 with a switch, why the f-ck would i pretend? (why would i?)
let the window drop, i hop out — grrah-grrah — spin again!
don’t ask if we slid, you gon’ see that sh-t on shirts (you gon’ see it)
we don’t do no warnin’ shots — we shoot first, then reverse (skrrt!)
buddy actin’ like a k!ller, put his face right in the dirt (dirt!)
now his mama postin’ pictures, cryin’ talkin’ ’bout he hurt (nah, b-tch!)

[outro: 4block lil mari & young nooski]
boom! boom! boom! boom!
ayy, where yo pole at?
don’t run, b-tch
we really out here
born in the blitz, hoe
young nooski, mari
jd on tha track, b-tch

- young nooski

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