[Lyric] Polo (Christxphvr & i rarely know)

[Verse 1: Christxphvr]
Harry Potter when I choke her, call it: “necormance”/“neck romance”
Catch me at the polo store where I bought my pants
Only asking baddies: “may I have this dance”
See your girl looking up, reaching at my hands
I’m the fucking man, yeah
Mind your fucking manners
Tell me to fucking: “man up”
I just need to stand up
See I stand six-feet but I feel six deep
It be “6ix” in the streets
She take six in the sheets, yeah
No disrespect
Except when I’m counting cheques
I’m too sad to flex
All this money stress
Yeah, thank you, next
Yo, we did best
But they’re still playing checkers while we’re playing chess

[Verse 2: i rarely know]
The man dem never lacking wearing Polo
I’m not greazy
Downtown T.O. with my boys
We Smoking steezy
(Jheez)
With a battery-ting and she say: “I’m so greamy, girl”
Left this place with the girl dem come to easy, girl
See a flash of light and I smoke with these matches
Lights off, TV on and I would never take chances
(Chances) [Christxphvr]
Got a classes at the school but I would never go away
Think I’m lucky when I pass but I would never know
(Yo, ahlie, broski?) [Christxphvr]
(Jheez)
[Verse 3: Christxphvr]
Got my polo/Polo on like a golf course
Screaming: “yolo,” son, like I get more
That-that’s an even split like a divorce
Except when she took my kids I didn’t go to court
(Jheez)
I’m finna shoot my shot like I’m at the court
Call that a deep-three
Catch me in your Mama’s Porsche
Like your Daddy’s Lambo
I’mma spray like Rambo
Only talking cheddar so my pockets ramble

[Outro: Christxphvr]
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[Interlude: Christxphvr]
Yo, dude, d’you know what I just realized?
It’s called: “Ralph Lauren,” hah
And I’m like the fucking: “Polo store”
Oh my god, I’m a fucking idiot