Correction Lyrics Big Poles by Slimmy B

Featuring(s) : Janky Mitch & Pop Soda

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[Slimmy B]
Kick doors, big poles
FN's leave your body with big holes
Everything tinted, I can't ride fish bowl
Big dick but it ain't going in no big hoes
All these niggas talking cash shit but big broke
f*ck calling off funk we want big smoke
Bitch I switch loaves like a nigga switch clothes
And niggas think it's games 'til them bodies hit home
f*ckin' with them suckas nigga we can't be bros
Thirty on the chop with a drum and a Gleeko
Sliding they thinking I'm letting off C-4
And I ain't saving shit bitch I'm not no hero
I'm Deebo, set it off like Cleo
If it ain't 'bout a bag I ain't tryna meet hoes
In the whip sliding, more sticks than a P4
If I ain't got my gas then I can't leave home
I'm Deebo, set it off like Cleo
If it ain't 'bout a bag I ain't tryna meet hoes
In the whip sliding, more sticks than a P4
If I ain't got my gas then I can't leave home

[Janky Mitch]
Broke nigga where your bands at? Bet a thousand
f*cking on your bitch her p*ssy got hella mileage
Lil' Buttah that's my brother, he be tripping we be wilding
I hate square hoes and fake bitches that's childish
Sucka ass niggas need to stay the f*ck from round us
This .40 get to spitting, Soda Pop gon' drop 'em
Niggas on Facebook telling who shot 'em
All I know, whoever that was got 'em
All that weight on your shoulder, somebody need to spot him
If I catch a nigga slippin' on my mama I'm gon' rob 'em
Give a f*ck about your p*ssy, bitch I'm tryna get paid
We can put down the guns it ain't shit to catch fade
Nigga you a blade you can't hang around me
Chilling in the Crest so it's me and Slimmy B
Broke ass bitch tryna get the dick for free
Rest in peace TuTu, Lil' Dave and Quarter Key
[Pop Soda]
Niggas talking 'bout they on me, I don't think so
I get a nigga set up by a freak ho
Thirty clip way longer than a pea coat
You niggas always talking slick this a free throw
Red dot on the Glock I can see more
Big Glock in my hands just like Cee Lo
Me and Janky Mitch on a f*cking janky mission
I keep a Glock on my hip and he keep a Smith'n
I be running through the babb like Usain Bolt
I just ran into a sucka and he hates mo'
Niggas talking all that shit but they can't though
I'ma pull up on they ass then it's case closed
Niggas acting hella fruity just like rainbows
Slimmy B poured an eight up in a Faygo
Me and Mitch taking trips to Diego
We got the white snow bunny and they pay dough

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