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Polo G

Sanguine Paradise (Freestyle)

 

Sanguine Paradise (Freestyle)


Shout out Uzi, man
I can't lose
I can't lose
I can't lose

Every track I just kill shit, cause I gotta murder my competitors
Broke nigga tryna talk cash, brought the racks just to shut him up
New bitch bad, had to switch it up, now my old hoe say I'm dead to her
Everyday gotta thank God, baby can't see you that nigga blessing us
Flying through with the doors up, this an i8, not a Tesla
Used to wait for the link card, now it's Benihana's on the regular
Momma worry when I'm in the streets, but I keep it on me , what you stressing for?
Glizzy toting, I can't tussle with you, I got 30 shots for a wrestler
Play crazy, catch a headshot, we was taught to shoot from the neck and up
My shortys reckless when they hood, old heads know it ain't no checking us
We be turnt for Devonche, bitch it's Gucci Gang til the death of us
Hot 'nem on it, it just keep sliding, I'ma keep supplying, ain't no letting up
Niggas hiding, still gon' make it happen, we can't catch him loafing, gotta set him up
Got the drop waiting by his crib, when he walk out, we gon' wet him up
40 go "baow", DOA, shots knock him out of bounds if he play
We put him in the ground with the K, that chopper clear a crowd when it spray
My uncle went of trial for the yay, I used to dream of pounds in the safe
I'm flying through the clouds, skipping states, count up a hundred thou' with my bae
They tried to tuck me down with the hate, it be the niggas' smile in your face
I'm where they getting wild every day, that's why I move around with like
Ay, please don't start with us, we won't play cool
My lil' shooters charged up, you know what they do
Money keep coming in, I can't lose
Had to switch it up with the drip, Dolce shoes
I be balling on 'em, like I'm ivo
I was posted with my soliders, we was trapping hard for survival
I was posted on that corner, where we drop the G's for Disciples
All of my niggas demons, we do not abide by the bible

done

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