Polo G - Suicide (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Polo G - Suicide (en) Lyrics
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Uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Shoki, this go-)
Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend,
they be choosin' sides"
Hate to admit it, but it turns
out that she was right
Fuck the police 'cause they act
like everything we do a crime
Free all my niggas up the road,
yeah, that's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the
goons who be shootin' pipes
They flip this bitch and every
tool gon' get utilized
Ayy, don't you know that
tryin' us is suicide?
Ayy, listen, don't you know that
tryin' us, that's suicide?
We don't play, shit ain't allowed
Disrespect, I bet 40 go baow
Been a minute, ain't drop in a while
But something keep tellin' me,
"Fuck them, play foul"
Youngin' just twenty,
richest in my city
Made it this far and
I stuck to the vow
I ain't changin' for nothin',
they see how I'm comin'
I got here myself, they like, "How?"
I was hungry out there, tryna eat
Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud
Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão
Wake up the chef and that
shit throwin' down
Young nigga lavish livin',
but I'm savage driven
I done ran it up way more than miles
Get the fuck out my face
with them smiles
You don't want beef, then
boy, you better bow
Young nigga, treacherous how
I move, it's my style
If you interested lookin',
don't think about bookin'
Just know ain't no pattin' me down
Know the police be watchin' my moves
In too deep, I can't turn it around
'Cause it keepin', I'm
takin' that risk
I know niggas pray to
see me in the ground
For B Money, throwin' Bs,
TTG, that be the mafia
R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive,
he would've shot at ya
My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze
and lift that chopper up
Ten thousand degrees so I can't
see a team that's hot as us
Slide, slide, foenem up them
beams, we gon' dot 'em up
Five guys, if you want that
beef, we gon' chop it up
Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed,
we keep Glocks with us
Grippin' chrome like that's all
I need to get the opps to flux
Empty promises, it's like I'm
starin' at a blank note
How my block get rich? That come
from chasin' them pesos
Don't do politics, I only
hang with my Draco
We start poppin' shit, you know
I can't go, I can't go
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