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go! go! - pollari lyrics

[intro: pollari]
yeah
neilaworld
(i feel like) yeah
i feel like
i feel like [?] (yeah)
lukrative
[?], they mean it

[chorus: pollari]
i might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])
oh, that’s your b*tch? she told me put it in her face (that bih like, that bih like, that bih like)
boy, you’re broke, i think you need some better taste (you is too broke, it be like)
i got the [?], they sittin’ on my waist (oh*whoa, waist, waist)
all these hoes on me, i gettin’ why they hate (gettin’ why they hate)
i get money, no, i know they can’t relate (they can’t relate)
i might follow, baby, but i do not date (i do not date)
n*gga’s b*tches, need to stay off in they place (off in they place)
[verse 1: pollari]
[?] top shotta, i pull up with the robba
these n*ggas sell a pound, smoke this n*gga like a rasta
you know i got a lotta, you know i got a lotta (lotta)
it’s hot like in nevada
turn that [?]
all this brand new lean
she know what i mean (what i mean)
and i know (and i know) that you wanna be (wanna be, wanna be)
with a n*gga like me, come and join the team (oh*whoa, whoa)
in that ‘vette, top speed
baby, come and see (oh*whoa), oh*whoa

[bridge: david shawty]
i know you know, like, when to go
i keep it few, i let her ho
that gucci store, i love my toe
i put that clean, i kick it though
i tell that boy, “get on the floor”
i need the cash, i need the dough

[chorus: pollari]
i might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])
oh, that’s your b*tch? she told me put it in her face (that bih like, that bih like, that bih like)
boy, you’re broke, i think you need some better taste (you is too broke, it be like)
i got the [?], they sittin’ on my waist (oh*whoa, waist, waist)
all these hoes on me, i gettin’ why they hate (gettin’ why they hate)
i get money, no, i know they can’t relate (they can’t relate)
i might follow, baby, but i do not date (i do not date)
n*gga’s b*tches, need to stay off in they place (off in they place)
[verse 2: david shawty]
d*d*different ass (dave), she wanna trade (david)
poker face, p*ssy up, ace of spades (ah)
g*granted, when she’s on me, she’s [?], you a lame (let’s go)
head up in the clouds, not too much to say
i*i got dope, i*i got hoes, check my rate
he gon’ talk lots of sh*t ’cause he can
spill my drink on the floor, feed the ants
d*do some evil sh*t, do my [?] (let’s go)
posted up with pollari, smokin’ on my pack (le’s go, le’s go)
i look at my bro and i don’t gotta ask
this some wicked sh*t, i’m doin’ arts and crafts
she said she wanted to leave that b*tch on blast (d*david)

- pollari lyrics

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