Polo G - Epidemic (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Polo G - Epidemic (en) Lyrics
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I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s
In the trenches yellin', "Gang
gang," mob ties what I bleed
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause
niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that 9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I
know time cannot freeze
Once you give my pussy
up, it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause
that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag now, I act like
I don't know the bitch
Before I knew what platinum
was, was tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he 'bout it,
then put him on the list
You better pick out a casket,
'cause they goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears sheddin'
when they post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit,
I heard he died on a lick
My whole squad scorin', bitch,
we don't do no assists
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in
his lane, he ain't know his niche
Might catch him at the red light
tryna load his blick
Every day a gamble with your
life, all we know is risk
From the Windy City where you bound
to see the coldest shit
Switches on them glizzys, get to
blowin' like it's four of me
Promise to my son that the streets
won't get no more of me
Remember every line from
that obituary poetry
See they peep I'm ballin' now,
just go back to ignorin' me
Always gotta spazz, unleash the
beast when they recordin' me
Lord, I'm tryna take it easy
on 'em, but they forcin' me
See him in person and that boy won't
stand on shit he been sayin'
Pop shit like Taliban, loadin'
up them sticks in a van
You know it's fuck the other
side 'cause my niggas gone
Always been fuck the other
side, we don't get along
If we bump heads, like Marvin
Gaye, let's get it on
Aim for the head, that chopper
spray, we get 'em gone
Independent, her hair down,
and she feelin' grown
Tryna correct her flaw, she
filled with silicone
And she ain't all innocent,
she did a nigga wrong
I got a playlist for your
heart, girl, pick a song
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