Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Losses, artist - Polo G. Date of issue: 02.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Losses |
| In Bentley trucks, with semis tucked |
| Lil' hot 'nem turn the city up |
| We wildin', don’t give any fucks |
| We block stars, they envy us |
| A broken child with stingy trust |
| This greatness can’t be in a rush |
| Lil Capalot get plenty bucks |
| Girl, this ain’t love, just empty lust |
| Just spoil her, go shop and keep her ass rubbed and her titties sucked |
| Benjamin after Benjamin, what that money counter keep spittin' out |
| And that’s music to my ears and I’m dancin' with the devil |
| Forbes list, I’m tryna be one of the richest, I can’t settle |
| Rockstar lifestyle, grip a heavy metal |
| I put my bros on my Patek, got hood angels in my bezel |
| Yeah, yeah, we paid, foreign cars, I got several |
| Shinin' to the grave, tell The Undertaker, «Bust down my shovel» |
| I hate that summer that I lost bro-oh |
| They ain’t cut from my cloth, no-oh |
| Nothing but bad bitches and boss ho-ohs |
| Whole gang lit, that’s squad goal-ohs |
| Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen |
| Fell in a Rolls Royce and it’s slime green |
| I state the truancy, got time seen, yeah (Yeah) |
| I upgrade everything that come with my dawgs |
| Sometimes they love me, then hate me, they wished it all (Yeah, yeah) |
| They wish I was broke and didn’t have none of these cars (Ah) |
| I’m so above your climate, I’m in the stars |
| I built this shit from the ground and I took it far |
| I caught that bitch at the counter, took care of her charge |
| She picked me up in a Uber, then we had went to eat |
| She sucked that dick, and I had asked, «Do she got missin' teeth?» |
| We had departed in the streets, and then they miss me |
| I told 'em, «When I come back, I’ma buy the whole street» |
| My homie hit the bitch, but act like he don’t know a thing |
| That’s that mob tie, that’s that mob life, yeah |
| I hate that summer that I lost bro-oh |
| They ain’t cut from my cloth, no-oh |
| Nothing but bad bitches and boss ho-ohs |
| Whole gang lit, that’s squad goal-ohs |
| Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen |
| Fell in a Rolls Royce and it’s slime green |
| I state the truancy, got time seen, yeah (Yeah) |