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lirik lagu polo g - madden

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[intro]
uh, uh, uh

[chorus]
‘member for new kicks, was selling raw, i ducked a few bills on the show
now a young n~gga don’t care what it cost, swear in my new crib you’d get lost
we’ll still suit up, and risk it all, yeah, we gon’ shoot to k!ll, knock ’em off
i’ve said a few tips for my dawgs, i’ll be up still wishing you could call
f~ck all our opps, now i make ’em the maddest, like a straight teacher ain’t givin’ out passes
you better duck when that beam get to tagging, we love the field, they should put us on madden
hole in one, we take his soul, he donе tryna score like it’s shaq through the baskеt
load them drums, we leave your soldiers slumped, so they empty out clips with a passion

[verse 1]
in the club, i don’t care if you here with your man, i get high of the x, then i’m grippin’ on asses
n~ggas’ll die ’bout that b~tch till this four nickel hit, it turn his afro into ashes
and we could go through a list, all the hoes that we hittin’, and i swear that my b~tch is the baddest, uh
beef on the back when i’m bagging’ uh, she throw it back like the classic, uh
‘member i was broke, now i’m bad on my ass, and that sh~t got me losing my temper
swervin’ iin cali’, i come from the raq, now it’s drop~top coupes in the winter
no matter how far i go, like this pain in me be harder to get rid off
no matter how far i go, i got the gang with me, b~tch, i’m movin’ k!ller

[chorus]
‘member for new kicks, was selling raw, i ducked a few bills on the show
now a young n~gga don’t care what it cost, swear in my new crib you’d get lost
we’ll still suit up, and risk it all, yeah, we gon’ shoot to k!ll, knock ’em off
i’ve said a few tips for my dawgs, i’ll be up still wishing you could call
f~ck all our opps, now i make ’em the maddest, like a straight teacher ain’t givin’ out passes
you better duck when that beam get to tagging, we love the field, they should put us on madden
hole in one, we take his soul, he done tryna score like it’s shaq through the basket
load them drums, we leave your soldiers slumped, so they empty out clips with a passion
[verse 2]
lead on my hip, i ain’t packin’ a pistol, don’t make me led, my lil’ savages get you
won’t hesitate when we’re clappin’ them pistols, shots hit his face, they gon’ fracture his [?]
send him to god, with this new beretta he lettin’ of shots from the back of the window
ride for the squad, applying that pressure, i bet he gon’ fold like a mac or a kindle, uh
survivin’ the trenches, hustle like fifty, might die tryna get it
i know that the police be on me ’bout murders, i leaded the opps, goin’ in now that i’m with it
you better watch who you let on this car ’cause he might drop a dime, boy you ridin’ with a witness
grind [?] slide, used to post on the block, but, no, i ain’t never spent time in the kitchen, uh

[chorus]
‘member for new kicks, was selling raw, i ducked a few bills on the show
now a young n~gga don’t care what it cost, swear in my new crib you’d get lost
we’ll still suit up, and risk it all, yeah, we gon’ shoot to k!ll, knock ’em off
i’ve said a few tips for my dawgs, i’ll be up still wishing you could call
f~ck all our opps, now i make ’em the maddest, like a straight teacher ain’t givin’ out passes
you better duck when that beam get to tagging, we love the field, they should put us on madden
hole in one, we take his soul, he done tryna score like it’s shaq through the basket
load them drums, we leave your soldiers slumped, so they empty out clips with a passion, uh


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