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Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
Ah…on the beat
Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
If you ain’t getting dough Shawty you don’t get to go
And yeah we out the stadium, quarterbacking hoes
My money fall for long… I get the throw aaa
Rack rack city shit, pennies for your thoughts
And the 20 for your cities, 100 for your smile
I’ma be up for a while, I’ma be up with them ounces
To see you where you are, look, nothing for the fuck of it
I ain’t with the sucker shit, all the bad stripper guys greet me where they…
Fuck… but don’t expect to ring it, you committed to the hustle
Yeah, rack, rack city shit, she ain’t right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks blue and black penny kicks
Strippers at 30 telling niggas that they 26
I be honest with them, y’all be a sloppy nigga
Try to be honest with them, why is you trigger homey
Small but you talking big, holling that balling ball
But you drive a Honda Civic
Haters just getting dimmer, pockets is getting bigger
… I got in … I got a lot to give all
Bitches don’t clap with they hands
… ass clapping, … it’s hard to live in Atlanta without making this a habit
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Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
If you ain’t getting dough Shawty you don’t get to go
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Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
If you ain’t getting dough Shawty you don’t get to go

Live from the … blowing on some… my …
Black city bitch, black city bitch,
All black everything on some…shit
Couple shows gave a nigga life
Couple of broads wanna fuck they should stay the night
Named … I’ma book your flight
Married to this rap shit, tell them go to rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical…taking over the scene
Couple stack for the features…
And I’m on your rapper ass like break lights
Get your cake right, erry wanna take a slice
Erry nigga probably hate, tell the niggas get a life
Magic city, everything closer
Hard drinks on me like a fucking coaster
Any club we at, we probably tearing up the sofa
Fake asses everywhere, say what’s up to… hahaha
L and … been fly I know, this is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, blunt all I drink, this is boe
… blowing that long beach
And we gonna take it to the max but I don’t know …
Ass clapping, standing on, applauding the effort
I’m taking notes… I’m feeling special
Rack city, rack city…

Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
Who that on the pole, is you that on the pole?
Black city bitch, black city
Rack city shit, yeah, rack shit
Rack city shit, yeah, rack shit.