Upcoming Concerts for Hurricane Wisdom & Polo G

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hurricane Wisdom
Hurricane Wisdom
Vocals
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Wisdom Oluola
Wisdom Oluola
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hurricane Wisdom
Hurricane Wisdom
Producer

Lyrics

(B-B-Bino) Oh Oh Oh, oh, oh, ay (ayo, Kjay made that shit again) I don't play cops and robber (no), get behind this bitch, I'll dog you Ay, I wasn't too good at math, on God, I run with problem solvers Ay-ay, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (ay), dope fiend, I need all that (ay) Who bitch? Leave her fallin', gotta go, money callin' (whoa) 24, feel like Giannis (yeah), dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (bah) Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me), plenty shots, get on side me (hey) Plenty hos, I don't party (party), in the yo more than Gotti (Gotti) With the mic more than Scottie (whoa), plenty toys, nigga, try me (hey) Ay, Star Buds, Marley, I smoke more than Marley I say fuck a Foot Locker, I wan' go hit Marni (hey) Double cup look just like Barney, I live it, you record it Daytime, I'm eatin' foreign, nighttime, I'm in a foreign (hey) New bitch just got imported, why she think she important? Ay, whole time, you know I ain't gettin' her nothin', I like my bitches borin' (hey) G5, I'm damn near soarin', I'm tired, I'm way too beat Thick thighs, I know you eat, baby, don't lie, I know you sleep Ay-ay, when I get home, I just want dome, you already know I don't beat, ay And what you doin' with all that ass? I say come throw it on me I know you know what I mean Got plenty hos and plenty cash, life ain't nothin', blew the fee I hope you know that I don't I don't play cops and robber (no), get behind this bitch, I'll dog you Ay, I wasn't too good at math, on God, I run with problem solvers Ay-ay, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (ay), dope fiend, I need all that (ay) Who bitch? Leave her fallin', gotta go, money callin' (whoa) 24, feel like Giannis (yeah), dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (bah) Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me), plenty shots, get on side me (hey) Plenty hos, I don't party (party), in the yo more than Gotti (Gotti) With the mic more than Scottie (whoa), plenty toys, nigga, try me Penthouse, hotel party, got killers in your lobby All my lil' bros'll wet your block, we turn your shit tsunami Ten racks to fix her body, now this lil' bitch my Barbie Forever locked in with my clique, lil' Too Turnt 'nem my army Bossed up with my foot up, and I'm not alone, I got my switch Niggas be tryna push up 'cause we off and on, that's still my bitch Lotta shit got shook up, now it's too far gone, I cannot fix Prayin', then I look up, shit, I can't condone nothin' on my list, uh Chase rats like Tom and Jerry, face splat, your body carried And now nem highlights on the news, they makin' commentary I'll spin your block, don't dare me, won't send no shots, he scary I vow to never leave my gun, me and my Glock, we married Ay, I don't play cops and robber (no), get behind this bitch, I'll dog you Ay, I wasn't too good at math, on God, I run with problem solvers (bah) Ay-ay, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (ay), dope fiend, I need all that (ay) Who bitch? Leave her fallin', gotta go, money callin' (whoa) 24, feel like Giannis (yeah), dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (bah) Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me), plenty shots, get on side me (hey) Plenty hos, I don't party (party), in the yo more than Gotti (Gotti) With the mic more than Scottie (whoa), plenty toys, nigga, try me
Writer(s): Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Wisdom Olouawi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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