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Meek Mill - Polo and Shell Tops [HD]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Lead Vocals
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Cardiak
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Cardiak
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Cardiak
Producer
Ricky Rozay
Ricky Rozay
Executive Producer
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Letra

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 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 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 was right there, 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 dope 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
Writer(s): Carl E. Mccormick, Robert Rihmeek Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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