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c2d - polo lyrics

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[hook]
skeleton on me, i got skele on my polo
flexing in my polo and i’m chillin’ with my bro bros
designer jeans on me and they sag right to the floor, floor
you don’t even know me, n+gga, how you claim you my bro?
got my team on my side and they do just what i say so
stacking chips, ain’t talking queso
want a feat? you better pay, bro
got a b+tch on my phone and she say she trynna date now
i’m like, “baby, hey now, close that dm, get the f+ck out”
i’m like, “baby, shut the f+ck up”
rocking my lil’ polo, ceo, i’m ’bout to boss up
no, i cannot rock with you hoes
yeah, you liking my clothes
man, i pop me some pills and i’m talking double dose
and you hate the way i act
i’m like, “oh well, so what?”
i’m like, “go get yo bag”
n+gga, shut the f+ck up

[verse]
the only thing that true is the truey on my jeans
gas pack, man, i’m smoking boof, smoking green
cup stay dirty but my fit looking clean
see you in yo dreams, pop a perc’, i fall asleep
you bragging ’bout yo ho but yo b+tch, she look at me
you like the way i rock my polo with my f+cking jeans
bands stand so tall, man, they feel like master p
i’m a work of art, man, i’m such a masterpiece
you can’t get no bands from him, you can’t get no bands from me
i’ma break the field, i got forces on my feet
d+mn, i got fangs on my t++th
i swear you n+ggas vampires, the way you bite on me
man, i swear we serving food, the way you asking for some beef
[hook]
skeleton on me, i got skele on my polo
flexing in my polo and i’m chillin’ with my bro bros
designer jeans on me and they sag right to the floor, floor
you don’t even know me, n+gga, how you claim you my bro?
got my team on my side and they do just what i say so
stacking chips, ain’t talking queso
want a feat? you better pay, bro
got a b+tch on my phone and she say she trynna date now
i’m like, “baby, hey now, close that dm, get the f+ck out”
i’m like, “baby, shut the f+ck up”
rocking my lil’ polo, ceo, i’m ’bout to boss up
no, i cannot rock with you hoes
yeah, you liking my clothes
man, i pop me some pills and i’m talking double dose
and you hate the way i act
i’m like, “oh well, so what?”
i’m like, “go get yo bag”
n+gga, shut the f+ck up



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