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smack season - lil polo da don lyrics

intro: bame up the hard way. “all facts. no fiction.” 2x. i ain’t have a daddy, i was thuggin in the bricks. n-gga tried to to k!ll me but the f-ck n-gga missed. spent broad day, now the f-ck n-gga hit. put him in the grave, now he can’t say sh-t. i ain’t got remorse, why you played with a n-gga? cold hearted since i seen dre on a picture. late night bendin, baby k with extensions. should of seen the look up on his face when i hittem

verse: marty got shot, i was praying for a miracle. 50 round glock, left hand on the steering wheel. heard he got a body, give a d-mn! i ain’t fearing him. mortal kombat in my hand, ima finish him! slidin through the cut with a stick and a f&n. polo keep a cutta like a mothaf-ckin veteran. polo been the goat, the city know the n-gga really real. if i ain’t got the glock in my hand, then im stealin him. put a band on ya head like a pony tail n-gga, got a band on ya leg? ima home invade n-gga. my young n-gga blowin like the world trade center. swimmin in that water like mermaid n-gga. 40 make a n-gga burn, like the perm been sittin. better catch a body, better earn that victim. i ain’t got remorse for a sherm -ss n-gga. boolin’ with my slimes, where the germs at n-gga?

rock rock rock, rock a n-gga to sleep. me and zee 2 deep, 40 clip and a beam. creep through a n-gga street, ar15. n-gga ion never blink, ima buss til ya bleed. know a couple real n-ggas from the plaza n-gga. still got the same dirty -ss choppa n-gga. when a n-gga k!lled dre, had to get get-back. j—- caught the p-ssy n-gga, had to push his sh-t back. n-gga ion wanna fight, f-ck n-gga cl!ck clack. n-gga made a diss song, so he gotta get whacked. free all the opps out the mf’ rock. draco with a c-ck, with a fold up stock. i’ll pop a n-gga top befo’ i let myself drop. did time in the county, crackas caught me with the glock. hittem with the stick, came back with a mop. every time i made a diss, another n-gga got shot

hook: now the crackas wanna ask alotta questions. i dont know nothin bout a body ooh. last thing i heard, a n-gga stretched em. doa, he ain’t make it to the iv. turn a f-ck n-gga to a vegetable. gettin rid of n-ggas like illuminati. now im all charged up like a tesla. finna pop me a n-gga like a roxy. smack season, smack season, yea. red beam, put a n-gga in a puddle, he bleedin’. smack season, smack season, yea. grab ninas and whack people

verse: f-ck -ss n-gga say he ran me out the city. n-gga i’ll be d-mn if i ran from some snitches. f-ck n-gga scared to do time bout a bl!cky. b-tch n-gga in the county, cryin bout a sentence. we ain’t never fight, why you lying in front of women? 17, i was slangin iron in the trenches. rest in peace oak boy , he died with the bl!cky. same week n— got shot tryna diss me. shot at me and missed, now im slidin’ with a k. the choppa got a daddy, but im slidin’ with the baby. when i hit the cut, he tried to slide but i chased him. i was 17 with a 9 and a 80. real n-ggas gone slide any situation. yea we k!ll n-ggas, but we love god, yahweh sh-t. fill n-ggas with a mac11 and a k b-tch. pop a pill with a n-gga baby mama, make her take d-ck. i done got too d-mn flashy. i can’t be the one to pull up on ya with the ratchet. i’ll let my lil n-gga have ya. b-tch i ain’t gotta shoot, i done made don status. n-gga said he want smoke, now he ashes. said he want smoke, so we put him in a grabba. said he want smoke, so we put him in a swisher. now im smokin on a opp, like some sour

- lil polo da don lyrics

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