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drego - pole lyrics

[intro]
boy
man

[chorus]
almost forgot my pole, i’m tryna get this gone, i’m tryna hit the road
trap in the same clothes, b+tch, i run through loads
hide this in your home, don’t let n0body know
you call too late, it’s gone
i got pills for sure, no instagram, this sh+t, he whippin’ coke

[verse]
wearin’ masks before coronavirus, we be servin’ blow
i got exotic ‘bows, i got exotic hoes
i gotta send her soul, i gotta sell my dope
i gotta count my pros, i gotta turn in my pole
your n+gga be punchin’ phones, guess to each his own
ridin’ down his block, don’t think n0body home
oh, sh+t, there he goes, get close, blowed
pop out, hit his dome
all these n+ggas hoes, on his ass like thongs
talk on money phones just to serve the—, got more white than popes
i serve drops to fiend, drops to fiend, drops to junkies
way he served this sh+t, i should’ve been born in the eighties
bring me some more lean, i sip the sh+t [?] daily
i’ma shoot n+ggas so it’s f+ck you, pay me
b+tch, i’m blessed, don’t sneeze, mike amiri jeans
fifteen hundred just to walk in peace, i keep racks on me
i came from the bottom, trappin’ on the block with satan
had to leave the hood ’cause them p+ssies, they was hatin’
want me to fall off, i seen it in their eyes, they hatin’
i can’t do you [?] print my n+gga like i’m jay+z
i can put the p+ssy on a pedistal, amazin’
i had to cut your b+tch off, she ain’t wanna drive, she lazy
segregate the money, ain’t have the same jeans as dr. king
i grew up with trappin’ [?]
get on the side, walk him in the street
b+tch, don’t let me find out that it’s beef
i got k!llers i grew up with, boy, that do that sh+t for free
i can sell a verse or i can sell a ki’
i can whip a beat or i can whip a— (or i can whip that—)
i can pimp your b+tch or i can sell some beans
it’s only one way out, boy, when you in the streets
[outro]
almost forgot my pole, i’m tryna get this gone, i’m tryna hit the road
trap in the same clothes, b+tch, i run through loads
hide this in your home, don’t let n0body know
you call too late, it’s gone
i got pills for sure, no instagram, this sh+t, he whippin’ coke

- drego lyrics

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