Testo POLLASEEDS - GELO
Testo della canzone POLLASEEDS (GELO), tratta dall'album League of My Own
Yeah (bitch, we G'ed up)
Say, man, them niggas talk all of that shit
Still crack policy (still, nigga)
Tell 'em I ain't give a fuck what y'all niggas talkin' 'bout
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up
Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
Fuck you mean? Game of laser tag, we brought a lot of beams
Fuck you mean? Good girls goin' bad, I see 'em switchin' teams
Fuck you mean? I don't get no peace, so fuck the birds and bees
Yellin' in my face makes me just wanna hear a chopper scream
Ah, fuck it, let it breathe
That's the repercussions for niggas that's tryna turn on me
Opposite of bleak, turnt up through the roof just like a leak
Rainin' down on bitches, tryna see who gon' grow my papa seeds
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up
Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
You mad (yeah)
You can't get a bag (baow, baow, baow)
She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow)
So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah)
So she can put in work
Off of two cups of that D'USSÉ, at 2:00 we gettin' stupid
She keep grabbin' at my dick, say, "Daddy, show me how you use it"
I'm slidin', she squirtin', I'm slidin', she squirtin'
I just turnt up to the max, after I slap, I hit my dirt (okay)
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up
Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
You mad (yeah)
You can't get a bag (baow, baow, baow)
She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow)
So I buy her bag (uh, yeah)
So she can put in work
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Michael Erondu, Jared Rice, Alviticus Bryant, Sedarius Spearman, Oscar Edward Salinas, Keishaun Patrick Watts, Caleb Jamal Parker, Juan Carlos Jr Salinas, Michael Jr. Gordon, Christopher Jerrod Dooley, Raymond Christopher Herring, Lequinston D. Smith, Janae Nierah Wherry, Liangelo Robert Ball, Tommy Jalen Jr Martin
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