
Pole Smokepurpp (Ft. Swaghollywood)
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[Intro: SmokePurrp]
Pipe up! Pipe up!
Ooh, Pipe up!
Ooh, Pipe up!
Yah, ayy, ohh
Ayy, ayy, Smokepurpp!
[Hook: SmokePurpp]
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I smash that bitch and then she gotta go
Shootin' out the Phantom, holy ghost
I can't trust no one, can't trust no soul
Call up the plug and I'm gettin' the lean
Yeah you know right I'm a fiend
I'm feenin', I'm feenin' codeine
Someone come give me codeine
Yeah she buggin' on my phone
Why the hell she buggin' on my phone?
Yeah she know the kid a lil' old (Skrt, skrt)
Strapped up, nigga hella poles (yah!)
Yaya! I might pull up on your block
Yaya! I might let this shit pop
I don't need no friends I got my pole
When they put me in that room I never fold
I got Rick Owens all up in my clothes
I got Margielas on my feet, designer on my toes
Pipe up! Pipe up!
Ooh, Pipe up!
Ooh, Pipe up!
Yah, ayy, ohh
Ayy, ayy, Smokepurpp!
[Hook: SmokePurpp]
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
I don't need no friends I got my pole
[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I smash that bitch and then she gotta go
Shootin' out the Phantom, holy ghost
I can't trust no one, can't trust no soul
Call up the plug and I'm gettin' the lean
Yeah you know right I'm a fiend
I'm feenin', I'm feenin' codeine
Someone come give me codeine
Yeah she buggin' on my phone
Why the hell she buggin' on my phone?
Yeah she know the kid a lil' old (Skrt, skrt)
Strapped up, nigga hella poles (yah!)
Yaya! I might pull up on your block
Yaya! I might let this shit pop
I don't need no friends I got my pole
When they put me in that room I never fold
I got Rick Owens all up in my clothes
I got Margielas on my feet, designer on my toes
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