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summers mine - poleboy d rose lyrics

[intro]
yeah
let me talk my sh*t on this one
let me talk my sh*t on this one
five*seven eg. gang! woo! ayy!
ay r.i.p pop smoke. arrh

[verse]
n*ggas so b*tch all they do is diss
f*ck it cause i’m on my way to get them
when i see them kids i let off the bl!ck
i don’t have no conversations with them
i just run down, gun a n*gga down better hope his mother ain’t there with him
i’m a lay her down, know it sounds foul but i can’t tolerate no witness
it was me and rich spinning of them kids, right before we clean out the [?]
pull up on them kids, get up on them quick, f*ck it lеt the steam blow out the window
opp b*tchеs chips, good for sucking d*ck, they don’t even mean sh*t a little
tried to get a [?]
but that ain’t my [?] stupid little treesh won’t ever
i just let the gang beat another case, free my n*gga [?]
nothing gon change still going to put in pain dress in all black, bruce wayne
im still with that flame, please don’t get flamed if you not them kids stay out the way
k!lling hoes ain’t my thing but if she did do [?] better tell that b*tch get out the way. (b*tch, move!)
keep running that head i ain’t racing, get up on him close i ain’t chasing
and if i don’t got one in the chamber. (chrr*cher, ha*ha.)
let them [?]
brodie just made it hot like some bacon
in case you wonder why he took a vacation
little b*tch is a treesh she like [?]
f*ck a room, brought that b*tch to the bas*m*nt. (shee*shee.)
[?] famous, she on my d*ck i don’t know what her name is
don’t do relations. i ain’t cuff her, put that b*tch in probation
i got some cases, b*tches left me before i got to the station. (they was leaving!)
i’ve been so dangerous, spin they block and clean it up like some [?]
gun them crazy yes it’s five [?] ay, m*ffin need a ssi check
mess with this you need your eyes checked. cl!ck dropped out and got his high set
opps dissing, so they ain’t [?] yet
for that first one they know they die yet
them dogs with me trying to find [?] oh? you a dog? well, come fly and fetch
i know alot n*ggas hate me
but i don’t give a f*ck let them hate me
spinning more than these f*ck n*ggas lately
yall ain’t done sh*t since [?] had a baby
tops [?] feet down
told [?] i never put that heat down
them p*ssy n*ggas try and pull me down
climb through a n*gga window like [?]
all i like is smoking, n*ggas out here running like they trying to get a trophy
keep my gun close and i watch n*ggas closely
even in the wintertime sh*t can get toasty
they don’t know me, watch how they approach me
[?] couple shooters [?]
straight bow! playing ring around the rosey
lay a n*gga down if he trying to be nosey
[?] n*ggas be in denial. ag with me give a f*ck about a bible
he’s so hbk, so i’m [?] plus me and stains [?]. n*gga
[outro]
yeah
yeah

- poleboy d rose lyrics

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