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polus – little smokey كلمات اغاني

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little smokey lyrics
[intro]
no one can make me trust in a hoe (trust in a hoe)
feeling like eazy_e with my 64 (with my 64) (skk)
cro_cro_crossing down the street, selling the dope (selling the dope)
give me the god d_mn money or i’m gonna lose control

[interlude]
break yourself, fool!
look what you did to my curtain
you better watch who window you climb before you get blasted on
with what? you ain’t got nothin’, man
with this

[verse 1]
no one can make me trust in a hoe (trust in a hoe)
feeling like eazy_e with my 64 (with my 64) (skk)
cro_cro_crossing down the street, selling the dope (selling the dope)
give me the god d_mn money or i’m gonna lose control (yea)
with the big clothes, and the big bandanas (grrah, graah) (big shotta)
feeling like a blood with ak with banana (paw, paw, paw)
playing f_ckin games (paw), but i ain’t play nada (paw)
’cause i go crazy y te rompo la cara (b_tch)

[chorus]
ru_ru_runnning from the cops, too high to feel my face
smoking h_lla weed, f_ckin b_tches every week
same_same weak rappers, thats p_ssys all fakes
free my bro tay k (skk), b_tch i did the race
[hook]
running from the cops, shawty want my c_ck, and, i want the glock, and, i wanna (pa, pa, pa)
running from the cops, shawty want my c_ck, and i want the glock, and i wanna (pa, pa, pa)

[verse 2]
pr_pr_pray for me, i pray for white tee (for my white, for my), yea
blue jeans, reebooks on me, dreaming nikes (dreaming nikes, dreaming), yea
black raiders cap, f_ck the racists (f_ck the racist), yea
from the east coast, you can’t try this (you can’t try, you can’t), yea
i be smoking trees, i be smoking the brocoli (smoke brocoli)
flexing sosa ring, i dont want no deals (no deals)
im so fresh so clean, f_ck the braces on my t__th (on my t__th)
golden houston breath, shawty i want the gold grills
im so high too understand what f_ckin you say
you understand what f_ckin i say?
i keep making music and i don’t have pay
i have no fame, and i’m still the be greatest

[chorus]
ru_ru_runnning from the cops, too high to feel my face
smoking h_lla weed, f_ckin b_tches every week
same_same weak rappers, thats p_ssys all fakes
free my bro tay k (skk), b_tch i did the race

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