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polo g - suicide (demo) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(reapyy)
(haze, call me back)
uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, shoki, this go crazy)

[chorus: polo g]
my mama told me, “f_ck a friend, they be choosin’ sides”
hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right
f_ck the police ’cause they act like everything we do a crime
free all my n_ggas up the road, yeah, that’s doin’ time
i’m in the trenches with the goons who be shootin’ pipes
they flip this b_tch and every tool gon’ get utilized
ayy, don’t you know that tryin’ us is suicide?
ayy, listen, don’t you know that tryin’ us, that’s suicide?

[verse 1: lil tjay]
always strapped, f_ck an opper
play with us, you gon’ need twenty doctors
i’m surrounded by thirty_two shottas
i pray that no one don’t think i’m a boxer
been through it, i made it, it was more to gain
ain’t tryna brag, that milly was a lot to us
now in the city with that richard millie
was one of the things i bought my roster
now i got bigger goals and got bigger shows
they be comin’, i gotta move proper
movin’ bougie and everythin’ lobster
f_ck that, i’m too rich, i ain’t an imposter
that n_gga tryna run at me, that mean he dumb as f_ck
’cause all my shooters, they aimin’ for māthās
i ain’t speakin’ too much, but it’s slaughter
n_gga that got they ass trendin’ turned into roster
grrt, boom, .40 go blocka
i’m tryna run it up until my grave
‘fore they take me out, i be standin’ on top
one of you f_ckboys tryna bust toys since i was stuck in that cage
know i made it, i had the boy on my page
rememberin’ them treacherous days
[chorus: polo g]
my mama told me, “f_ck a friend, they be choosin’ sides”
hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right
f_ck the police ’cause they act like everything we do a crime
free all my n_ggas up the road, yeah, that’s doin’ time
i’m in the trenches with the goons who be shootin’ pipes
they flip this b_tch and every tool gon’ get utilized
ayy, don’t you know that tryin’ us is suicide?
ayy, listen, don’t you know that tryin’ us, that’s suicide?

[verse 2: polo g]
for b money, throwin’ bs, ttg, that be the mafia
r.i.p. to 3, if he was alive, he would’ve shot at ya
my lil’ shorty t, he gon’ squeeze and lift that chopper up
ten thousand degrees so i ain’t can’t see a team that’s hot as us
slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon’ dot ’em up
five guys, if you want that beef, we gon’ chop it up
hoodies on like assassin’s creed, we keep glocks with us
grippin’ chrome like that’s all i need to get the opps to flux
empty promises, it’s like i’m starin’ at a blank note
how my block get rich? that come from chasin’ them pesos
don’t do politics, i only hang with my draco
we start poppin’ sh_t, you know i can’t go, i can’t go

- polo g

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