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Yeah, yeah
Here it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Riding around with them poles
I'm hungry, I'm looking for dough
Bitch, I'm a lok, I do got it on, it's not coming off
If can't bring my pole then no, I can't go
I keep it with me, no, I'm not alone, them niggas is mad, they can't tie the score
Under pressure, they choke, they don't want the smoke
You catch me in traffic, I'm riding around with them poles
I'm hungry, I'm looking for dough
Bitch I'm a lok, I do got it on, it's not coming off
If can't bring my pole then no, I can't go
I keep it with me, no, I'm not alone, them niggas is mad
They can't tie the score
From the streets, to the cell, to them dorms
Fades back to back, but of course
I'll knock me a bitch like a door
Fuck from the bed to the floor
Counting them bands, I need more
If it ain't bout a bag press ignore
On Slauson and Western, I got her on fours
I'm bleeding these bitches
I don't want no wife, bitch I need me some whores
I'm all about bands, bustin plays in Japan
Them bands make her dance, so I throw em
Big titty bitch, she gon' show em
Yeah
Make her tear it off, she a roller
Yeah
She my little baby, no stroller
Yeah
And I still give that bitch a cold shoulder
Huh
Still give that bitch a cold shoulder
Park
Riding around with them poles, I'm hungry, I'm looking for dough
Bitch, I'm a lok, I do got it on, it's not coming off
If can't bring my pole then no I can't go
I keep it with me, no, I'm not alone, them niggas is mad, they can't tie the score
Under pressure, they choke, they don't want the smoke
You catch me in traffic, I'm riding around with them poles, nigga
I only talk bands, she wanna suck me
I told her no hands, she know I'm the man, so I can't land, tell her my rap
She said she a fan, been through it all and you won't understand, I'm all in my bag, I get it regardless
Don't care what they saying, I said fuck the fame
I just need dollars, I'm talking about commas, I ain't in the drama
But I ain't never played with, I could be player
I might say a prayer, I look at my life and I said, thank you, Lord
I need plenty more in that house by the shore, smile when I spurs
Cause once I was poor, I got the dream to whipping a foreign, but you believe I'ma get it forsure
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Why you eating straight bread, wonder
That's all I'm making baby
Okay, that's real nigga shit right there
That's all on my mind
It's nothing in between that bread, let me see between that bread
Nathan
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Riding around with them poles I'm hungry, I'm looking for dough
Bitch, I'm a lok I do got it on, it's not coming off
If I can't bring my pole, then no I can't go
I keep it with me, no, I'm not alone, them niggas is mad, they can't tie the score
Under pressure they choke, they don't want the smoke
You catch me in traffic, I'm riding around with them poles, nigga