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 forget my and socks.
Cause if i talk Polo, i'm to the floor.
I'm a fool, (i Swear!)
So you can catch me in neon colors.
Pastels, them colors.
Them i want it if they got it colors.
Spent Two Eighty for the Sweater.
Didn't need it, this Texas weather.
it for the closet, makes my collection better.
Or maybe should i it a stable?
but thoroughbreads at my table.
Fooley when we hit the scene.
I'm in them shades they've never seen.
Fresh linnen on a beach scene.
They pics, i was built for fame.
ass bracelet, icy ring. (Bling)
And a watch.
Bezel so big they it "Clock".
Diamond in my ears
I been doing for years.
So i dont wanna hear no hatin' give me my props.
(First Place!)
I wanna 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 nothing me
I'm in a Polo Button-Down, you in a funky T.
You got the nerves, to bad about me.
And you aint even "A" list, you a see.
I done heard ya shows, you aint selling out seats.
You rap about hoes, we see you with a freak.
Hold up, Hold Up, get back to my gear.
I'm dead fresh looking the man of the year.
Polo on my back, a fact, get it clear.
I'm at the steak-house toasting to the good life,
I'm just a nigga ballin', five cars.
Catch me in ya city shinning five stars.
times 3, victory 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 posted up a bank roll.
Now i blow a hundred, got a bank full.
Polo, on my sheets, on my nigga.
New crib got about twenty nigga.
out the rarri with my pants saggin.
Catch ya bitch and we kidnap her.
Ha! You fuckin a boss.
V12 500 horse, young floss.
All in it, its bout a dollar.
Ya main bitch headed, Polamalu.

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

(The Game)
Yeah, Polo baby. I'm solo baby.
Me and my baby momma up
Now i'm out here living like Yolo Baby.
I can finally put a bitch on my instagram, come to my for a photo baby.
Hundred thousand for a verse @ lo steez, but you can call her lo lol baby.
In the club 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 riding the Atl,
In and out of clubs getting nothing but the
Then hit Baton Rouge, check on my nigga Boosie catch a plane back to the stando.
Olivia Pope, just slangin tha dope.
Red rag around my head rambo.
Nigga living good, good enough to buy my bitch some new Louis sandals.
struttin through toxic, 25 hoes when i walk through motherfucker that's mando.
Spent Two thousand 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!