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Polo G - The Race Remix Lyrics

The Race (Remix)
Aye lil' bitch, haaaa
Bitch I'm from a war-zone don't get close might get killed in there
Miss my fallen soldiers, heartbreak what I had to feel in there
Them magazines ain't got no pages hollow tips was filled in there
Shots coming from e'where, you might need a shield in there
This hot car ain't for joyriding we really do drills in there
What's in that trunk a barbecue a ni*** like a grill in there
Foenem steady swerving riding dirty like a millionaire
Them hood hoes ain't shit if I was broke you think they still would care
Need a bitch from overseas that's really her Brazilian hair
Get that bag and stack it I got plans to be a billionaire
Feeling like Chef Ramsey hit the kitchen show my skills in there
Bricks all through the traphouse they like what he trying to build in there
The country just another stadium 'cause it's a field in there
So I'm screaming free Mike Durb 'cause I know it get real in there
Feel like I'm the hottest let's be honest bitch who cold as me
Lil G a do it so you know why I keep bro with me
I give him that fan he flip that switch bitch he gone blow for me
All them killas ready so just watch how you approaching me
ODA my team I set it up I bet they score for me
And we drop the rakes, we GDK that's how it's 'posed to be
Lil bitch hit my line like yeah I love how you was stroking me
I told her I ain't cuffing tho you gone have to get over me
I'm balling like I'm Ed bitch but ain't no ni*** coaching me
Only f*** with money getters, you niggas look broke to me
Cuzzo like the run it up that's why I keep 2-4 with me
Took off on my way about that time to make 'em notice me
Tell the gang gather round the table make a toast with me
Once you see a mill sin't yo whole team supposed to eat
Lil Blast he be on it out there posted with a pipe or two
Scope on that G22 don't make the gang come sniper you
Put him on his shit we had to change him like that diaper new
TTG be bugging man my niggas ain't gone fight with you
Handguns cool but I like choppas like a biker crew
I'm from 1300 bitch getting money what we like to do
Member grandma told me grandbaby go be a star for me
I'm just dream chasing trying to run away from poverty
I know what I'm going for them obstacles don't bother me
Get rich buy a couple buildings, welcome to the Bartlett Suites
Got it on my own cause I couldn't let a ni*** father me
Learn I had to listen close my mouth and let my dollars speak
Filming while we fuc***, we link up and make pornography
She know that I'm banded so she just gone play that part for me
Hoes know I ain't shit Boonk Gang a bitch don't give yo' heart to me
Haters turned to fans no we still ain't friends no you can't rock with me
Bitch you shouldn't of never doubted me f*** yo' apology
Shouldn't of left me hanging me now you just another opp to me
Speaker for streets and I'm thugging that's that Pac in me
Bitch I'm taking off so it's a fee if you want bars from me
Kill a ni*** on the feature no one can go hard as me
Used to be so far behind passed 'em like pardon me