Testo Dope Peddler - Polo G
Testo della canzone Dope Peddler (Polo G), tratta dall'album Hood Poet Black Heart Edition
Dope peddler, cocaine specialist
For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine
Time for get-back, ain't no lettin' up, blood stain evidence
Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference
Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm steppin' with
With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit
Forever rich, I been ballin' ever since I left the bench
They used to doubt, now they can't tell him shit, excuse my arrogance
Uh, man, I hate seein' them hood vlogs of y'all niggas
Cameraman came to they block and now they all killers
How y'all figure I'm some type of bitch? I'll come play ball with you
Tap all triggers, if we hop out and blitz and now your dawgs miss ya
Monclers all winter, nobody perfect 'cause we all sinners
I know my purpose, fuck a small picture
Them shawties bloodthirsty, lurkin' like they all dinner
Angel of death, we flirted, I wasn't nervous, but I put shit on pause wit' her
Lil Grouch outside, then he most likely clutchin'
Left, right, them buttons, we inhalin' smoke, we ain't the type to duck it
Earned stripes with thuggin', this our life, we love it
Go get up close and change the score, your life a bucket
Quick to kill a nigga like it's nothin'
Dope peddler, cocaine specialist
For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine
Time for get-back, ain't no lettin' up, blood stain evidence
Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference
Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm steppin' with
With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit
Forever rich, I been ballin' ever since I left the bench
They used to doubt, now they can't tell him shit, excuse my arrogance
Never talk to a pillow, down his dawg just to get hos
Sold her my heart, it been closed, fuck with the opps, then get low
Hollows all in extendos, he gon' fold when he feel low
Walk up, rob him for his soul, they did not get the memo
Before I found myself, it used to feel like I was stranded
Money call like music to my ears, do my dance quick
My bank account a concert, I love to see them bands hit
Make sure I just put God first and play to my advantage
Dope peddler, cocaine specialist
For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine
Time for get-back, ain't no lettin' up, blood stain evidence
Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference
Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm steppin' with
With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit
Forever rich, I been ballin' ever since I left the bench
They used to doubt, now they can't tell him shit, excuse my arrogance
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