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Polo (Go crazy)
Two fingers, for all the faking hoes
Two pistols, that's my favorite pose
Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola
Motorola, trapping out the Nola
Best head I ever got came from Lola
Hit it raw, bust on her areola
Riding strikers, call me King Cobra
Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier
Who you with, bring them over
Put her on that gas, now that bitch in a coma
Choke her like Bart, but no I ain't Homer
Hit it out the park, so I guess I did homer
Make that pussy fart, you can smell the aroma
Get shot like darts, if you play on the corner
Lil brodie got heart, but he don't want to pole up
But if you try the set, then that boy, he gone fold ya
Two fingers, for all the faking hoes
Two pistols, that's my favorite pose
Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola
Motorola, trapping out the Nola
Best head I ever got came from Lola
Hit it raw, bust on her areola
Riding strikers, call me King Cobra
Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier
Polo Redd - Lola Lyrics
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Polo (Go crazy)
Two fingers, for all the faking hoes
Two pistols, that's my favorite pose
Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola
Motorola, trapping out the Nola
Best head I ever got came from Lola
Hit it raw, bust on her areola
Riding strikers, call me King Cobra
Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier
Who you with, bring them over
Put her on that gas, now that bitch in a coma
Choke her like Bart, but no I ain't Homer
Hit it out the park, so I guess I did homer
Make that pussy fart, you can smell the aroma
Get shot like darts, if you play on the corner
Lil brodie got heart, but he don't want to pole up
But if you try the set, then that boy, he gone fold ya
Two fingers, for all the faking hoes
Two pistols, that's my favorite pose
Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola
Motorola, trapping out the Nola
Best head I ever got came from Lola
Hit it raw, bust on her areola
Riding strikers, call me King Cobra
Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier
Polo (Go crazy)
Two fingers, for all the faking hoes
Two pistols, that's my favorite pose
Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola
Motorola, trapping out the Nola
Best head I ever got came from Lola
Hit it raw, bust on her areola
Riding strikers, call me King Cobra
Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier
Who you with, bring them over
Put her on that gas, now that bitch in a coma
Choke her like Bart, but no I ain't Homer
Hit it out the park, so I guess I did homer
Make that pussy fart, you can smell the aroma
Get shot like darts, if you play on the corner
Lil brodie got heart, but he don't want to pole up
But if you try the set, then that boy, he gone fold ya
Two fingers, for all the faking hoes
Two pistols, that's my favorite pose
Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola
Motorola, trapping out the Nola
Best head I ever got came from Lola
Hit it raw, bust on her areola
Riding strikers, call me King Cobra
Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier
Writer: Thaeous Coker
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