Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Polo Polo Remix

(Mr. Arrogant)
Polo, Polo, Polo, Big my logo.
Double horse or solo, but that a No-go.
If i say i'm in polo,
Not just the shirt, i'm talking to toe.
Hat, Tie, Jeans, Slacks, Draws, and Shorts.
Dont my shoes and socks.
if i talk Polo, i'm talking to the floor.
I'm a fool, (i Swear!)
So you can catch me in neon colors.
Pastels, exotic colors.
Them i dont it if they got it colors.
Spent Two Eighty for the Sweater.
Didn't really need it, Texas weather.
Bought it for the closet, my collection better.
Or maybe should i call it a
Nothing but at my table.
Fooley when we hit the scene.
I'm in them polo they've never seen.
Fresh polo linnen on a scene.
They taking pics, i was for fame.
ass bracelet, icy ring. (Bling)
And a watch.
Bezel so big they it "Clock".
stud in my ears
I been doing for years.
So i dont wanna no hatin' just give me my props.
(First Place!)
I dont hear no hatin' just give me my props.
(First Place!)

(Victory)
I got Red, white, blue, and green.
Sharp as a tack, if you me you gone bleed.
Step aside with your fashion, you're like me
I'm in a Button-Down, you in a funky White T.
You got the nerves, to talk bad me.
And you aint even "A" list, you a see.
I done heard about ya shows, you selling out seats.
You rap hoes, we aint see you with a freak.
Hold up, Hold Up, Lets get to my gear.
I'm dead looking like the man of the year.
Polo on my back, a fact, get it clear.
I'm at the steak-house toasting to the life, Cheers
I'm just a yound nigga ballin', cars.
Catch me in ya city like five stars.
Polo times 3, got bars.
This the hottest remix you done thus far! (Ft.Worth!).

(French Montanna)
You can ask the bad i be in that.
Young fly millionaires we done that.
Young nigga up with a bank roll.
Now i blow a hundred, nigga got a full.
Polo, on my sheets, on my nigga.
New crib got about floors nigga.
Hoppin out the rarri my pants saggin.
Catch ya bitch and we kidnap her.
Ha! You with a boss.
V12 500 horse, young floss.
All in it, cause its a dollar.
Ya main bald headed, Polamalu.

(Young Dro)
Polo on my socks, up, polo on my feet.
Nigga, you aint me, nigga you aint this street.
Hold up, Dirty ass nigga, but shhh, ima clean beat.
Nigga bringing in heat, Pow pow, take it off the saftey the coroner be bringing in meat.
That talk cheap,
rocket knock you out ya seat.
Polo i be to the T, they be copy to the T.
I am not soba in a roba, this shit is not kosher.
top Porshe, bitch you dry you need lotion.
me trick, i'm in motion,
I am so toated, and i'm still trying to Oprah.
Fuck around get roasted.
In i'm the coldest,
taking ya broad i'm the oldest.
She don't want half, she my whole dick. Turn Up!

(The Game)
Yeah, it's baby. I'm solo baby.
Me and my baby momma up
Now i'm out living life like Yolo Baby.
I can finally put a bitch on my instagram, come to my for a photo baby.
Hundred for a verse just @ lo steez, but you can call her lo lol baby.
In the with my new bitch, Five hundred thousand followers, that bitch bad as motherfucker.
My baby over there, where, oh, that hoe look mad as a motherfucker.
Me and young dro through the Atl,
In and out of clubs getting but the bando's
Then hit Baton Rouge, check on my nigga Boosie then catch a back to the stando.
Know Olivia Pope, slangin tha dope.
Red rag my head like rambo.
Nigga living good, good enough to buy my bitch new Louis Vuitton sandals.
Nigga struttin through toxic, 25 hoes when i walk through motherfucker mando.
Spent Two Hundred in the club, put the receipt on the ground, motherfucker that's a lambo.
(Yeah!) Get you a brand new of for the low low.
(yeah! Yeah!)
Leather guts the motherfucking straps on my polo.
(yeah! Yeah!)
Got a bitch so thick, like the on my T shirt.
(yeah! Yeah!)
Bout to hit Lauren, but i got to roll my weed first, Polo!