| Now who dropped the top on the foreign Mazda? |
| Not me
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| Don’t got Balenciaga, on two different drugs but I’m chuggin' water
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| Stop please, might influence your mama
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| Got game for that ass like Madden replay
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| That nigga got jokes like DeRay
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| Starburst juicy, she look like Lucy
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| Told the cutie 'scuse me, she said «beat it groupie»
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| I hope I don’t come ass thirsty, firstly
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| I just wanna say your breath smell like a jersey
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| Some shit game on Jerome Kersey
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| One day I’ll be rich like Percy
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| Grape smash, petty cabbers I wave past
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| I hate math, it’s a problem my brain blast
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| I take baths, big bubbles cost double
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| Big broke, but bitch niggas is in trouble
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| They ain’t gon' act like that forever
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| They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar
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| Let 'em try to come back then, they know better
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| Warm ass sleep like I’m in a 'lo sweater
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| The only that’s gon' change is the weather
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| Let 'em come back, I know they know better
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| Take my friends, pink Range with the leather
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| Let 'em come back, I know they know better
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| Ain’t shit changed with the money that I just made
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| They love you when you broke but they change when you get paid
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| Jealous, selfish, grow me a neck and helpless
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| Y’all playin', I’m tryna take it to another level
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| Seen this shit when I was little
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| I come from a hood where your best friend’d kill you for crumbs
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| That’s nothin', y’all ain’t never seen money
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| Niggas think ten-thousand is somethin', get fly then you down to nothin'
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| I remember when my bag ran low
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| They was happy, thought it was all over
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| I came back better, cars got faster
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| No tents, son, got my neck glowin' in traffic
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| I’m big-ballin', you niggas got big problems
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| Seen who was real when I was sittin' at the very bottom
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| If you keep talkin' 'bout me to your bitch, she gon suck a nigga dick
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| They ain’t gon' act like that forever
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| They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar
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| Let 'em try to come back then, they know better
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| Warm ass sleep like I’m in a 'lo sweater
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| The only that’s gon' change is the weather
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| Let 'em come back, I know they know better
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| Take my friends, pink Range with the leather
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| Let 'em come back, I know they know better
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| Whoa, ay
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| Goddamn, yeah, uh, ay
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| Real shit, ay
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| Real shit, ay
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| Real shit, ay
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| Got the function smellin' like Fresh Prince hair
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| Real shit, real shit
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| You really coulda been a player, but that ain’t yo place
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| I hit the jank and make it shake like an M-1 tank
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| Havin' a really great time, but I’m blank on face
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| The only way I laugh now is on the way to the bank
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| Do you honestly, wanna take a little ride with me?
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| Get high with me in my city?
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| Wavy like the fade that’s on Sean Diddy Comb’s hair
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| I want it all, like, is you gon' eat your cornbread?
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| The whole world, Craig
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| How I secure it way too sick, you can’t cure it, embrace it, it’s fluid
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| You late to get a taste of the purest game laced to the fullest
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| Look at the plate that I’m pullin'
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| Deep shot for the shooters like I play for the Bullets
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| Long range with the gold aims
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| Fresh ass white T, that’s my codename (in my white tee)
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| And I’m mobbin' with the whole gang
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| Fuck a rap check, I’m finna blow the whole thang
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| They ain’t gon' act like that forever
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| They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar
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| Let 'em try to come back then, they know better
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| Warm ass sleep like I’m in a 'lo sweater
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| The only that’s gon' change is the weather
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| Let 'em come back, I know they know better
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| Take my friends, pink Range with the leather
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| Let 'em come back, I know they know better
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| Real shit, real shit, real shit
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| If you keep talkin' bout me to your bitch, she gon suck a nigga dick
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| You really coulda been a player, but that ain’t yo place
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| Grape smash, petty cabbers I wave past
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| They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar
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| Let 'em try to come back then, they know better |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polo Sweater, artist - Michael Christmas. Album song Role Model, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп