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slimmy b – big poles lyrics

[verse 1: slimmy b]
kick doors, big poles
fn’s leave your body with big holes
everything tinted, i can’t ride fish bowl
big d+ck but it ain’t going in no big hoes
all these n+ggas talking cash sh+t but big broke
f+ck calling off funk we want big smoke
b+tch i switch loaves like a n+gga switch clothes
and n+ggas think it’s games ’til them bodies hit home
f+ckin’ with them suckas n+gga we can’t be bros
thirty on the chop with a drum and a gleeko
sliding they thinking i’m letting off c+4
and i ain’t saving sh+t b+tch i’m not no hero
i’m deebo, set it off like cleo
if it ain’t ’bout a bag i ain’t tryna meet hoes
in the whip sliding, more sticks than a p4
if i ain’t got my gas then i can’t leave home
i’m deebo, set it off like cleo
if it ain’t ’bout a bag i ain’t tryna meet hoes
in the whip sliding, more sticks than a p4
if i ain’t got my gas then i can’t leave home

[verse 2: janky mitch]
broke n+gga where your bands at? bet a thousand
f+cking on your b+tch her p+ssy got h+lla mileage
lil’ b+ttah that’s my brother, he be tripping we be wilding
i hate square hoes and fake b+tches that’s childish
sucka ass n+ggas need to stay the f+ck from round us
this .40 get to spitting, soda pop gon’ drop ’em
n+ggas on facebook telling who shot ’em
all i know, whoever that was got ’em
all that weight on your shoulder, somebody need to spot him
if i catch a n+gga slippin’ on my mama i’m gon’ rob ’em
give a f+ck about your p+ssy, b+tch i’m tryna get paid
we can put down the guns it ain’t sh+t to catch fade
n+gga you a blade you can’t hang around me
chilling in the crest so it’s me and slimmy b
broke ass b+tch tryna get the d+ck for free
rest in peace tutu, lil’ dave and quarter key

[verse 3: pop soda]
n+ggas talking ’bout they on me, i don’t think so
i get a n+gga set up by a freak ho
thirty clip way longer than a pea coat
you n+ggas always talking sl!ck this a free throw
red dot on the glock i can see more
big glock in my hands just like cee lo
me and janky mitch on a f+cking janky mission
i keep a glock on my hip and he keep a smith’n
i be running through the babb like usain bolt
i just ran into a sucka and he hates mo’
n+ggas talking all that sh+t but they can’t though
i’ma pull up on they ass then it’s case closed
n+ggas acting h+lla fruity just like rainbows
slimmy b poured an eight up in a faygo
me and mitch taking trips to diego
we got the white snow bunny and they pay dough

- slimmy b lyrics

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