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big poles - slimmy b lyrics

[verse 1: slimmy b]
kick doors, big poles
fn’s leave your body with big holes
everything tinted, i can’t ride fish bowl
big d*ck but it ain’t going in no big hoes
all these n*ggas talking cash sh*t but big broke
f*ck calling off funk we want big smoke
b*tch i switch loaves like a n*gga switch clothes
and n*ggas think it’s games ’til them bodies hit home
f*ckin’ with them suckas n*gga we can’t be bros
thirty on the chop with a drum and a gleeko
sliding they thinking i’m letting off c*4
and i ain’t saving sh*t b*tch i’m not no hero
i’m deebo, set it off like cleo
if it ain’t ’bout a bag i ain’t tryna meet hoes
in the whip sliding, more sticks than a p4
if i ain’t got my gas then i can’t leave home
i’m deebo, set it off like cleo
if it ain’t ’bout a bag i ain’t tryna meet hoes
in the whip sliding, more sticks than a p4
if i ain’t got my gas then i can’t leave home

[verse 2: janky mitch]
broke n*gga where your bands at? bet a thousand
f*cking on your b*tch her p*ssy got h*lla mileage
lil’ b*ttah that’s my brother, he be tripping we be wilding
i hate square hoes and fake b*tches that’s childish
sucka ass n*ggas need to stay the f*ck from round us
this .40 get to spitting, soda pop gon’ drop ’em
n*ggas on facebook telling who shot ’em
all i know, whoever that was got ’em
all that weight on your shoulder, somebody need to spot him
if i catch a n*gga slippin’ on my mama i’m gon’ rob ’em
give a f*ck about your p*ssy, b*tch i’m tryna get paid
we can put down the guns it ain’t sh*t to catch fade
n*gga you a blade you can’t hang around me
chilling in the crest so it’s me and slimmy b
broke ass b*tch tryna get the d*ck for free
rest in peace tutu, lil’ dave and quarter key

[verse 3: pop soda]
n*ggas talking ’bout they on me, i don’t think so
i get a n*gga set up by a freak ho
thirty clip way longer than a pea coat
you n*ggas always talking sl!ck this a free throw
red dot on the glock i can see more
big glock in my hands just like cee lo
me and janky mitch on a f*cking janky mission
i keep a glock on my hip and he keep a smith’n
i be running through the babb like usain bolt
i just ran into a sucka and he hates mo’
n*ggas talking all that sh*t but they can’t though
i’ma pull up on they ass then it’s case closed
n*ggas acting h*lla fruity just like rainbows
slimmy b poured an eight up in a faygo
me and mitch taking trips to diego
we got the white snow bunny and they pay dough

- slimmy b lyrics

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