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polo g - fresh prince lyrics

[verse]
momma on the phone like “oh b+tch, i’m tired of him, since you don’t like to listen pack your sh+t and get outta here”
hitting back north, t’s up, but i ain’t travelling
ttg the gang, 1300 i ride for them
i was just a youngin and i ain’t had sh+t, tryna survive with them
rest in peace to gucci, i’ma do a homicide for him
so if you ride with the opposition you gon’ die with them
do a hit, come back and sh+t like “omg, what happened here?”
i’on know the answer if the police get to askin’ sh+t
had to get it on my own ’cause i don’t like to ask sh+t
totin’ pipes, stay up late nights gettin’ high as sh+t
[?] f+cked up my mind, got mе thinking all kind of sh+t
i’m a f+cking demon, you can see it in my eyes and sh+t
thеy like “polo gucci boy, you always on some savage sh+t”
i’ll k!ll some’ while i’m mugging [?] and sh+t
know i keep that tool b+tch, like ups we packing sh+t
o.d.a. be bugging, we so quick to get it brackin’ b+tch
gang full of shooters boy, we don’t do that passing sh+t
like a side defense, b+tch them pistols get to clapping quick
rest in peace to twins, wish we could get them back and sh+t
but i know it can’t happen so i’m finna get to whacking sh+t
claiming bang gang, or ote better not be lacking b+tch
hopping out with the pipe, i catch you around traffic b+tch
we them double triggers, clip extended let ’em have it b+tch
.40 xd spit out bombs like a cannon b+tch
wet his ass up, on the gang we been splatting sh+t
n+ggas get to taking off like they be running track and sh+t
cruising in the steamer, me and foenem like to ride with sticks
pull up on your block, with the hammer i’ma damage it
old head shots, put a bullet in your lining b+tch
city full of actors, bunch of goofies hide behind them clips
n+ggas claim they shooters, on the drill they be tryna miss
shorties drillinoise, getting popped, that’s just savage sh+t
keep a glizzy on me, i’m never on no lackin’ sh+t
gotta stay on x, i can’t help my og cry and sh+t
fast life fun but sometimes i get tired of this
gotta make it out and i’ma do it off this rapping sh+t
i ain’t stop ’til i put my family in a mansion b+tch
right now, i’ma pay the bills of this trappin’ sh+t
ballin’ in designer sh+t got me looking kinda rich
jugging and finessing got me thumbing through the racks and sh+t
i was up at school selling [?] and sh+t
i ain’t got sh+t for the low, yeah i’m taxing b+tch
f+ck that lil’ sh+t, i’m getting guap, i can buy a b+tch
b+tches know i’m banded, they’on mind let me hit that
money keep on calling me and benji like to chit+chat
n+ggas out here bogied, don’t get grime, you can’t fix that
i be poking n+ggas if you got it let me get that
took a couple l’s, now it’s time to get my l!ck back
them n+ggas [?] like a six pack
drum on the gun, lotta shots after that clip clapped
mcdonald’s special, i’ma fry his ass with this big mac
markie got the ruger, knock you over when that kick back
gdk the movement, h+ll yeah b+tch i’m with that
if you throwin’ up the rakes prepare to be bl!cked at
like a bad barber, push your sh+t back
hollow bullets break his ass down like a kit kat
opps can’t handle us, they cliquing up ’cause this a mismatch, b+tch
gang

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