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Polo & Shell Tops

Meek Mill29 Oct 2012

Polo & Shell Tops Lyrics

Polo & Shell Tops - Meek Mill

I remember nights I used to sell rock posted on the corner like a mailbox

 

First class ticket to a cell block just to get some Polo & some shell tops

 

Cold world and they say hell's hot

But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop

Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked

Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock

 

Tryna' get it Dickie on and my fitted

Gun in my draws ducking the law I'm all with it

Money cars and clothes I wanted em' all nigga

I never was good at hoopin I wanted to ball nigga

Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese

Copper's lock me beat me down like I was cochise

Old fiends coppin' work through they're old dreams

They got shattered it ain't matter cause we thirst cream

 

Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip

Homies murder other homies just to make a brick

 

Most my niggas done got busted tryna' take a hit

The feds were lurking we was serving they was taking flicks

 

This how it goes down in the jungle

 

Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble

 

Cops rushing they gon' kick in the front door

 

And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble

 

I wanted Polo with some shell tops

 

I just wanted Polo and some shell tops

And I was out there tryna' sell rocks

 

Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops

 

I done seen close neighbors lose hope

Fall victim to the streets and start to use d**e

I use to load my gun before I went to school first

It's crazy niggas wanna kill me We was cool first

And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em to close

That's why they call 'em close friends you turn your back they move first

 

And I just bought a new ghost and a crib out on that new coast

 

And it all started from a dolla

Running from the law scuffing up my Prada's

Crack all in my draws tryna' make a profit

All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet Awhhh

 

Drug money turn to blood money

I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me

No matter what it is I'mma pay that bail money

To get my niggas right My niggas for life

 

This how it goes down in the jungle

 

Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble

 

Cops rushing they gon' kick in the front door

And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble

 

I wanted Polo with some shell tops

 

I just wanted Polo and some shell tops

 

And I was out there tryna' sell rocks

 

Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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