Kataztrofee - Polo Polo Polo (Remix) lyrics

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(Mr. Arrogant)

Polo, Polo, Polo, Big horse my logo.

Double horse or solo, but that association a No-go.

If i say i'm in that polo,

Not just the shirt, i'm talking head to toe.

Hat, Tie, Jeans, Slacks, Draws, and Shorts.

Dont forget my shoes and socks.

Cause if i talk Polo, i'm talking to the floor.

I'm a fool, (i Swear!)

So you can catch me in them neon colors.

Pastels, them exotic colors.

Them i dont want it if they got it colors.

Spent Two Eighty for the Olympic Sweater.

Didn't really need it, this Texas weather.

Bought it for the closet, makes my collection better.

Or maybe should i call it a stable?

Nothing but thoroughbreads at my table.

Fooley wayne when we hit the scene.

I'm in them polo shades they've never seen.

Fresh polo linnen on a beach scene.

They taking pics, i was built for fame.

Cool ass bracelet, icy ring. (Bling)

And a stupid watch.

Bezel so big they call it "Clock".

Diamond stud in my ears

I been doing this for years.

So i dont wanna hear no hatin' just give me my props.

(First Place!)

I dont 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 touch me you gone bleed.

Step aside with your fashion, you're nothing like me

I'm in a Polo Button-Down, you in a funky White T.

You got the nerves, to talk bad about me.

And you aint even "A" list, nigga you a see.

I done heard about ya shows, you aint selling out seats.

You rap about hoes, we aint see you with a freak.

Hold up, Hold Up, Lets get back to my gear.

I'm dead fresh looking like the man of the year.

Polo on my back, that's a fact, get it clear.

I'm at the steak-house toasting to the good life, Cheers

I'm just a yound nigga ballin', five cars.

Catch me in ya city shinning like five stars.

Polo times 3, victory got bars.

This the hottest remix you done heard thus far! (Ft.Worth!).

(French Montanna)

You can ask the bad bitches i be in that.

Young fly millionaires we done been that.

Young nigga posted up with a bank roll.

Now i blow a hundred, nigga got a bank full.

Polo, on my sheets, on my draws nigga.

New crib got about twenty floors nigga.

Hoppin out the rarri with my pants saggin.

Catch ya main bitch and we kidnap her.

Ha! You fuckin with a boss.

V12 500 horse, young nigga floss.

All in it, cause its bout a dollar.

Ya main bitch bald headed, Polamalu.

(Young Dro)

Polo on my socks, hold up, polo on my feet.

Nigga, nigga you aint me, nigga you aint this street.

Hold up, Dirty ass nigga, but shhh, ima clean this beat.

Nigga bringing in heat, Pow pow, take it off the saftey then the coroner be bringing in meat.

That talk shit cheap,

pocket rocket knock you out ya seat.

Polo i be rockin to the T, they be copy to the T.

I am not soba in a roba, nigga this shit is not kosher.

Drop top Porshe, bitch you dry you need lotion.

Catch me trick, i'm in motion,

I am so toated, and i'm still trying to fuck Oprah.

Fuck around nigga get roasted.

In Polo i'm the coldest,

taking ya broad cause i'm the oldest.

She don't want half, she want my whole dick. Turn Up!

(The Game)

Yeah, it's Polo baby. I'm solo baby.

Me and my baby momma broke up

Now i'm out here living life like Yolo Baby.

I can finally put a bitch on my instagram, come to my table for a photo baby.

Hundred thousand for a verse just @ lo steez, but you can call her lo lol baby.

In the club with my new bitch, Five hundred thousand followers, that bitch bad as motherfucker.

My baby momma over there, where, oh, that hoe look mad as a motherfucker.

Me and young dro riding through the Atl,

In and out of clubs getting nothing but the bando's

Then hit Baton Rouge, check on my nigga Boosie then catch a plane back to the stando.

Know Olivia Pope, just slangin tha dope.

Red rag around my head like rambo.

Nigga living good, good enough to buy my bitch some new Louis Vuitton sandals.

Nigga struttin through toxic, 25 hoes when i walk through motherfucker that's mando.

Spent Two Hundred thousand in the club, put the receipt on the ground, motherfucker that's a lambo.

(Yeah!) Get you a brand new of vinegar for the low low.

(yeah! Yeah!)

Leather guts like the motherfucking straps on my polo.

(yeah! Yeah!)

Got a bitch so thick, like the horse on my T shirt.

(yeah! Yeah!)

Bout to hit Ralph Lauren, but i got to roll my weed first, Polo!

(Chorus Fades Out)

Polo, Polo, Polo.

Polo, Polo, Polo.

Thanks to Nagaris Johnson for correcting these lyrics