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poke it out - viss lyrics

[pre*chorus]
run that sh*t up, now my legs hurt
run that sh*t up, now my stomach crampin’
they wasn’t f*ckin’ with me back then
count up, yeah, i’m bringin’ it back in
[?] i said, and that’s facts
you get packed for thinking it’s that

[chorus]
beam on the glock like polka dots
bad ho, bad ho, poke it out (“not yet… i have one more card to play.”)
[?]
h*how you f*ck up? only had one job
the b*tch so bad, she the corn on the cob
smoke my gas ’til a young n*gga gone
di*di*diamonds too wet, [?]
cuz’ locked up, finna cop this pint
[?], tell me what you on
b*tch, i f*ck then i won’t respond, no
can’t get no convo
[?], just like bravo, aah~
i’ll give you the method, it’s not rocket science (facts)

[verse]
you tryna be friends? i do not care, unless that n*gga buyin’ (facts)
[?], if i’m lyin’, then i’m flyin’
[?], you talkin’, then you dyin’
he must not like pape’, he must not like green, that boy like sam*i*am
it’s blue on my bills, it’s tinted a bit, i turn yo’ sh*t to cyan
[?], like why’d you blow my [?]
in that ho mouth like a dentist
look at my [?], look at my sentence
[?] the smoke, then a young n*gga slidin’
[?]
n*gga put his hands up like the d*mn n*gga climbin’
[?]
i know a couple n*ggas that be bringin’ that [?], uh~
[chorus]
beam on the glock like polka dots
bad ho, bad ho, poke it out
[?]
h*how you f*ck up? only had one job
the b*tch so bad, she the corn on the cob
smoke my gas ’til a young n*gga gone
di*di*diamonds too wet, [?]
cuz’ locked up, finna cop this pint
[?], tell me what you on
b*tch, i f*ck then i won’t respond, no
can’t get no convo
[?], just like bravo, aah~
i’ll give you the method, it’s not rocket science (facts)

(“not yet… i have one more card to play.”)

- viss lyrics

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