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michael christmas - polo sweater lyrics

[verse 1: michael christmas]
now who dropped the top on the foreign mazda? not me
don’t got balenciaga, on two different drugs but i’m chuggin’ water
stop please, might influence your mama
got game for that -ss like madden replay
that n-gga got jokes like deray
starburst juicy, she look like lucy
told the cutie ‘scuse me, she said “beat it groupie”
i hope i don’t come -ss thirsty, firstly
i just wanna say your breath smell like a jersey
some sh-t game on jerome kersey
one day i’ll be rich like percy
grape smash, petty cabbers i wave past
i hate math, it’s a problem my brain blast
i take baths, big bubbles cost double
big broke, but b-tch n-ggas is in trouble

[chorus: michael christmas]
they ain’t gon’ act like that forever
they’ll switch up when a n-gga touch cheddar
let ’em try to come back then, they know better
warm -ss sleep like i’m in a ‘lo sweater
the only that’s gon’ change is the weather
let ’em come back, i know they know better
take my friends, pink range with the leather
let ’em come back, i know they know better

[verse 2: g perico]
ain’t sh-t changed with the money that i just made
they love you when you broke but they change when you get paid
jealous, selfish, grow me a neck and helpless
y’all playin’, i’m tryna take it to another level
seen this sh-t when i was little
i come from a hood where your best friend’d k!ll you for crumbs
that’s nothin’, y’all ain’t never seen money
n-ggas think ten-thousand is somethin’, get fly then you down to nothin’
i remember when my bag ran low
they was happy, thought it was all over
i came back better, cars got faster
no tents, son, got my neck glowin’ in traffic
i’m big-ballin’, you n-ggas got big problems
seen who was real when i was sittin’ at the very bottom
if you keep talkin’ ’bout me to your b-tch, she gon suck a n-gga d-ck

[pre-verse: domo genesis]
whoa, ay
godd-mn, yeah, uh, ay
real sh-t, ay
real sh-t, ay
real sh-t, ay
got the function smellin’ like fresh prince hair
real sh-t, real sh-t

[verse 3: domo genesis]
you really coulda been a player, but that ain’t yo place
i hit the jank and make it shake like an m-1 tank
havin’ a really great time, but i’m blank on face
the only way i laugh now is on the way to the bank
do you honestly, wanna take a little ride with me?
get high with me in my city?
wavy like the fade that’s on sean diddy comb’s hair
i want it all, like, is you gon’ eat your cornbread?
the whole world, craig
how i secure it way too sick, you can’t cure it, embrace it, it’s fluid
you late to get a taste of the purest game laced to the fullest
look at the plate that i’m pullin’
deep shot for the shooters like i play for the bullets
long range with the gold aims
fresh -ss white t, that’s my codename (in my white tee)
and i’m mobbin’ with the whole gang
f-ck a rap check, i’m finna blow the whole thang

[outro]
real sh-t, real sh-t, real sh-t
[?] [español]
if you keep talkin’ bout me to your b-tch, she gon suck a n-gga d-ck
you really coulda been a player, but that ain’t yo place
grape smash, petty cabbers i wave past
they’ll switch up when a n-gga touch cheddar
let ’em try to come back then, they know better

- michael christmas lyrics

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