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sharc & pi'erre bourne - poland* lyrics

[verse 1: frazier trill]
i ain’t on no brother sh+t, i’m on some murder sh+t
and my stick it hit like long range, i don’t know lame
i ain’t pressed about another ho, just did another show
she a liar but she trust me though, you know how it go
i’m a cold n+gga, you a broke n+gga
i ain’t pressed though, i’m the best though
lay ’em down, n+gga, you a clown n+gga
f+ck it, let ’em hit, hit, hit
i ain’t worried ’bout sh+t, ’bout sh+t
lay him down, you a b+tch, i was down, now i’m rich
came up like i’m mitch
most of these hoes ain’t sh+t
[verse 2: sharc]
i’m in poland, they got blue eyes, brunette, blonde sh+t, woah
double x my fleece and jacket, north face cost drip, woah
sharc dump first then roll his opps inside a raw spliff (smoke, smoke)
get big checks like [?] rock the barclay’s
she got vv’s in her t++th and on her nose ring (big sharc)
crack got sweet, gang came deep, and we toting (woah)
coldstone creamery, she skeeted on that trojan
[?] clean wockesha [?] fanta (it foreign)
she beat meat, but shawty vegan, think that’s awkward (it’s sus)
cuz from warsaw, keep a yopstick in his moncler
three hundred a zip, this that wockhardt
gadgets on the gl!ck, i’m a chopstar

[verse 3: pi’erre bourne]
ayy, i took the block to poland, still prayin’ for the ukrainian
ayy, we bigger than [?] now, we finally famous
yeah, she picture perfect, i put it on her wall, i’d like to frame it
shoot for the moon, aim for the stars, hopin’ to god i graze it
yeah, her p+ssy amazing, i’m saying my grace like i gotta thank it
if she could pack up my d+ck and leave, yeah, she probably would take it
that b+tch prescribed the vitamin p, ’cause every morning she take d+ck
she want some brown sugar from me, ho must think i’m taye diggs
puck up her lips and say kiss
point to my pants like the weatherman, it’s a high chance she gon’ taste it
i’m fresh to death but i made it
hittin’ this ho named hillary, she only know where the bank is
these n+ggas losin’, they tankin’
i’m married to the money, i’m taken

- sharc pierre bourne lyrics

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