Polus – Little Smokey

Polus Little Smokey

Polus – Little Smokey Lyrics

Artist: Polus
Song: Little Smokey

No one can make me trust in a hoe (Trust in a hoe)
Feeling like Eazy-E with my 64 (With my 64) (Skk)
Cro-cro-crossing down the street, selling the dope (Selling the dope)
Give me the god damn money or i’m gonna lose control

Break yourself, fool!
Look what you did to my curtain
You better watch who window you climb before you get blasted on
With what? You ain’t got nothin’, man

With this
No one can make me trust in a hoe (Trust in a hoe)
Feeling like Eazy-E with my 64 (With my 64) (Skk)
Cro-cro-crossing down the street, selling the dope (Selling the dope)

Give me the god damn money or i’m gonna lose control (Yea)
With the big clothes, and the big bandanas (Grrah, graah) (Big shotta)
Feeling like a Blood with AK with banana (Paw, paw, paw)
Playing f#ckin games (Paw), but i ain’t play nada (Paw)

‘Cause i go crazy y te rompo la cara (b#tch)
Ru-ru-runnning from the cops, too high to feel my face
Smoking hella weed, f#ckin b#tches every week
Same-same weak rappers, thats p#ss#s all fakes

Free my bro Tay K (Skk), b#tch I did the race
Running from the cops, shawty want my c#ck, and, i want the Glock, and, i wanna (Pa, pa, pa)
Running from the cops, shawty want my c#ck, and i want the Glock, and i wanna (Pa, pa, pa)
Pr-pr-pray for me, i pray for white tee (For my white, for my), yea

Blue jeans, Reebooks on me, dreaming Nikes (Dreaming Nikes, dreaming), yea
Black Raiders cap, f#ck the racists (f#ck the racist), yea
From the East Coast, you can’t try this (You can’t try, you can’t), yea
I be smoking trees, i be smoking the brocoli (Smoke brocoli)

Flexing Sosa ring, i dont want no deals (No deals)
Im so fresh so clean, f#ck the braces on my teeth (On my teeth)
Golden Houston breath, shawty i want the gold grills
Im so high too understand what f#ckin you say

You understand what f#ckin i say?
I keep making music and i don’t have pay
I have no fame, and i’m still the be greatest
Ru-ru-runnning from the cops, too high to feel my face

Smoking hella weed, f#ckin b#tches every week
Same-same weak rappers, thats p#ss#s all fakes
Free my bro Tay K (Skk), b#tch I did the race
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From the album:
Little Smokey [Explicit]
Release Year: 2022