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lil curry! - pollari lyrics

[intro]
mm, oh, oh haha
oh, oh, oh yeah, haha
mm*mm*mm, n*gga
(chase the money, chase the money)
oh yeah
supreme match the bape, wonder why these n*ggas hate
big thick gun, .30, leave a n*gga limp
ricky denim hold the cake, all my diamonds skate
p*ssy n*gga run up on me, i’ma let it spray

[verse 1]
i remember h&m with them jordan’s, like ooh
now my gucci and my ksubi all imported, like ooh
i find the money, i might dora explore it, like ooh
i grab the keys and now i tour in a foreign, like ooh
yeah, ooh, yeah, aye
pray to me, feel like i’m buddha
my n*ggas, they jug on computers
i poke the lil’ bih’ with the ruler, haha
yeah, ooh, yeah
you know how i rock and go crazy
lean in my bottle like baby
ridin’ around in mercedes

[verse 2]
yeah, ha, ooh, yeah
whole bunch of racks in my britches
whole bunch of love for these b*tches
warm up then play ’em like tennis
ooh, yeah, ha, ooh, yeah
you cannot win, it’s a scrimmage
these n*ggas, they scared, they timid
i take a lil’ bih’ to the dentist
fendi all over my bag
i put my lock on the tab
know that these n*ggas, they mad
know that these n*ggas, they mad
i put the stick on the .30
i’m ballin’ off, feel like i’m curry
my n*gga, we cannot be worried
sit in the sky like a birdie
[verse 3]
know just what she need
she a freak, call on me
i’ma eat her like a bean
i might drink a latin lean
and i know just what she need
forgiato, mr. clean
all my b*tches, saigonese
you can’t stay, you gotta leave, haha

- pollari lyrics

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