Lola Lyrics

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Polo (Go crazy)

Two fingers, for all the faking hoes

Two pistols, that's my favorite pose

Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola

Motorola, trapping out the Nola

Best head I ever got came from Lola

Hit it raw, bust on her areola

Riding strikers, call me King Cobra

Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier

Who you with, bring them over

Put her on that gas, now that bitch in a coma

Choke her like Bart, but no I ain't Homer

Hit it out the park, so I guess I did homer

Make that pussy fart, you can smell the aroma

Get shot like darts, if you play on the corner

Lil brodie got heart, but he don't want to pole up

But if you try the set, then that boy, he gone fold ya

Two fingers, for all the faking hoes

Two pistols, that's my favorite pose

Pure yoda, bussin' Coca Cola

Motorola, trapping out the Nola

Best head I ever got came from Lola

Hit it raw, bust on her areola

Riding strikers, call me King Cobra

Spoil a bitch when she prove she a soldier