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- Lời bài hát Distraction Distraction - Polo G | HoatHinh.tv | dX557sI6CCxn Lyrics up by vnflix.com [Intro]
- (808 Mafia)
- Uh
- [Chorus]
- How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent
- Took *** too far, now they regrettin' what happened
- Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh)
- You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh)
- Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
- They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
- Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
- Bring out the best in me or be a distraction, uh
- [Verse 1]
- If I tell my stepper, "Come and slide," then he comin'
- And I know it's *** up how he daily out there huntin'
- Heartless livin', savage life, that's just how he bomin'
- But ***, at least it's a nigga I can count on for something, uh
- Wе let them cannons spark, play with us, get punishеd, uh
- We really had it hard, now blessings abundant
- Cheered 'til I hit the top, now they can't wait to see me plummet
- Like for every win, another L come punch me in my stomach
- I couldn't even enjoy my birthday, bitch come to me about assumptions
- They can't *** with me on my worst day, I done ran it up, all hundreds
- Baby, Chiraq is my birthplace, if we got a problem, we slump it
- Hard times spent, it's the worst pain and you never get refunded, uh
- [Chorus]
- How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent
- Took *** too far, now they regrettin' what happened
- Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh)
- You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh)
- Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
- They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
- Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
- Bring out the best in me or be a distraction, uh (Uh)
- [Verse 2]
- Twin Glocks, Tia and Tamera, yeah, these my new bitches
- Hit they block with two switches, it make my shottas shoot different
- We can empty out two hundred shots in less than two minutes
- And B was one of ours, so that shouldn't be a name that you mention
- Hope when I'm talkin', you listen 'cause I'm just hoping you get it
- I tell my nigga 'bout hisself, hate ain't got nothin' to do with it
- And you can't call my phone for help, that's if I heard that you snitchin'
- Don't speak on bodies on your belt, this just ain't how we do business, uh
- Bad news turn your whole day tragic, all they heard was that K clappin'
- Any problem, we steppin' up like the crate challenge
- Left my heart on that notepad and that still wasn't enough
- Lotta snake bites, got low grass, can't feel or trust
- [Chorus]
- How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent
- Took *** too far, now they regrettin' what happened
- Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh)
- You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh)
- Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
- They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
- Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
- Bring out the best in me or be a distraction, uh
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