Big Body Pole

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Mula CB

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Uh, yeah, finna slime this shit out you heard me, mula shit nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mula shit, nigga

Uh, yeah, woah
We in this bitch check the score
Kill that bitch, that's a big body pole
I tote weapons, I let a bitch know

Got blood on my letter, man, bread in my pocket
I kill a bitch and I make a hoe stop it
I'm in ah hoe, kick back like Lockett
I get the head, that youngan ah profit

Run from the quarterback, receive pack
He is a bitch, let's keep it a stack
Put it on blood, I got the shit out the mud
Came from the dirt, Imma scrub

I fucked the bitch bro blocking my mentions
I'ma turn up, but that's not my intentions
Run from the reck, and he cap bout ah play
Stupid lil' bitch, I'm not callin' her bae

I fucked your bitch yesterday, she a striker
I'm in the den and I move like a lion, niggas be lame
I'm in my lane, head is a weapon, she givin' me brain
Move out the way, cause I cannot tame or save her

I'm finna ball like a Laker
Hennessy poppin', I don't got no chaser
down bad bitch, she made me a player
Give me a dub, I ain't finna pay her

It's my time, I've been patiently waitin
Make em' shut up cause they hear what I'm sayin
Make em' shut up cause they know what I'm sraying
So he got a gun, I got a gun

So he catchin' plays, I'm catchin' plays
So he got a bitch, I f*ck his bitch
Yeah, I'm that young and I walk with a limp
Rebound the play and I shoot like Kemp

I f*ck his bae cuz I know he a simp
Tommy my weapon, I'm young and I'm stretchin
Remove the clip and I shoot it again
In love with the laundry mat, I gotta spin

If he cross me, I'm killin' my kin
Reload the weapon, I do it again
My eyes low, I'm feelin' like Lynn
I got a scope and beam attached

Pussy boy cappin', he know that he lackin
Runnin' in his bitch and shit, I'm packin
Dirty lil' nigga, clean up like a napkin
Bad lil' bitch, I'm stressin' her back

Yeah, yeah
Make her bend over, she touchin' her toes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We in this bitch check the score
Kill that bitch, that's a big body pole
I tote weapons, I let a bitch know

Got blood on my letter, man, bread in my pocket
I kill a bitch and I make a hoe stop it
I'm in ah hoe, kick back like Lockett
I get the head, that youngan ah profit

Run from the quarterback, receive pack
He is a bitch, let's keep it a stack
Put it on blood, I got the shit out the mud
Came from the dirt, Imma scrub

I fucked the bitch bro blocking my mentions
I'ma turn up, but that's not my intentions
Run from the reck, and he cap bout ah play
Stupid lil' bitch, I'm not callin' her bae

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