Before I Put It In I Smack Her Ahh Lyrics is sung by Polo G. Before I Put It In I Smack Her Ahh Lyrics is written by Taurus Bartlett. The name of the song is Neva Cared.
Song Details
| Song Title | He’s an on Time God |
| Singer | Polo G |
| Songwriter | Taurus Bartlett |
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Before I Put It In I Smack Her Ahh Lyrics
Before I put it in I smack her ass (Smack it)
Pull out my iFeezy, hit record, turn on the flash (Haha)
We gon’ make a movie like Ray J and Kim Kardash’ (Bitch)
Put her on the block list, that’s if that pussy trash (Bitch)
I’m Polo G, stressing who? It ain’t a bitch that I can’t smash
Prolly fucked her too, it ain’t a bitch that I ain’t had (Flex)
Man this shit is nothing, you the type to hit and brag
Run yo mouth too much, I’m starting to think you niggas fags (Fags)
Hard for me to slow down, I got used to living fast
Bitch, I love the gang, on granny, I’lla give them boys my last (Gang, gang, gang)
Only be with shootas, you can’t hang if you don’t blast
Please don’t try me like DeJ Loaf I put them killas on yo ass (Boom, boom)
Always shouting out my block ’cause bitch that’s where I started
Ahead of my class, yeah, I always been the smartest (Bitch)
Ain’t no competition even though they try they hardest
I know they be hating, but I’m in my bag regardless (Flex)
Give this shit a year or two let’s see who get the farthest
Don’t play in these streets before you turn into a target (Boom, boom, boom)
You could think you crazy but my shorties get retarded
If I call up CCB they scoring like they can’t be guarded, bitch
That AR be shooting, I call it G-Unit ’cause you know that bitch stay with .50
Had trigga’, just tap it don’t pull it, ain’t saving no bullets I shoot ’til it’s empty
Like a yoga trainer we be stretching shit
We come through with the texts and the messages
Ain’t no talk it out, police chalk him out, only way that we think we can settle shit
Had to cancel my old bitch, she was choosing, I ain’t tripping Ion miss her ’cause a thot gon’ be a thot (Haha)
Niggas from the other side dissing my homies, I ain’t tripping I’m gon’ kill him ’cause a opp gon’ be a opp (Bitch)
Fuck that Wawa shit, we don’t social beef we grab Glocks
Spot news, make reports when we speeding past blocks (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitch it’s nighttime, so we bringing out them red dots
Got a long nose nine and this bitch don’t blow out snot
Feel like Jordan vs. Utah I’m deadly with that last shot (Bitch)
Back to poking niggas, if I lose everything that I got
You keep flicking up with them rolls then we might have to enter yo slot
Put that barrel on yo head, take yo new chain and yo watch (Pussy)
I been T’d since I got that news my homie dead
Caught yo homie lacking (Bop, knocked off his dread)
Just a satisfaction we’ll come take off a nigga head (Haha)
Hollows like a deadly virus, bodies drop when that shit spread
Explode in his flesh, make a mess, get ripped to shreds
Show no mercy for the enemy nobody getting spared
Man, you niggas bitches why the fuck would I be scared
Thirty shots up in my bomb my momma told me be prepared (Ooh)
Heard the streets been talking, I know what they said
Capalot been gridin’ shorty gon’ get to that bread (Flex, flex)
Ballin’ like I’m Bryant, nah not Kobe bitch lil’ ass (Bitch)
See, you could stay on the sideline I’ma run it up instead, ayy, uh
I’ma run it up instead
See, you could stay on the sideline I’ma run it up instead bitch
Lil Capalot in this bitch man
Y’all know what the fuck goin’ on man
Long live twin, I’m thirteen hunnid twenty one gang man
Talkin’ some gang shit man
You already know what the fuck I’m rockin’ wit’
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