Polynesian Lyrics

Polynesian Lyrics

Oh-woah-oh

Polynesian, I got sauce even on a Sunday

She ride the dick like a Hyundai

Bezel beatin' like a drum break, it's the stone age

You should know better than thinkin' 'bout redemption, is you Shawshank?

She throw it at me 'cause you mad at him

Girl, don't salt shake me

She might reach, got her grabbin’ for air for no reason at all

She Guyanese, so she askin' me 'bout where I be, where I'm from

I'm high-anese, off the ganja right now, you should chinese on me girl

She Kylie, spent a lot on her nails, I'm Gucci to my balls

You don't know my body

I got an A in anatomy

I got a fuck-nigga allergy

I never fucked with you actually, yea

I get my pants from the Japanese, yeah

Open the trunk like a fiberwing, yeah

Could never trick, even Halloween, yeah

I take a bad bitch to Jollibee, yeah

She a neat freak, for you, for me, she do it so sloppily, yeah

I'm fillin' up on the macca tree, yeah

I'm a health nut, get the broccoli

Told my old bitch "Don't talk to me"

I'm over words, I'm apostrophe

Understand me like a balcony

Polynesian, I got sauce even on a Sunday

She ride the dick like a Hyundai (Oh-oh)

Bezel beatin' like a drum break, it's the stone age

You should know better than thinkin' 'bout redemption, is you Shawshank? (Ooh)

She throw it at me 'cause you mad at him

Girl, don't salt shake me

She might reach, got her grabbin’ for air for no reason at all (Ooh-ooh)

She Guyanese, so she askin' me 'bout where I be, where I'm from (Ooh-ooh)

I'm high-anese, off the ganja right now, you should chinese on me girl (Ooh-ooh)

She Kylie, spent a lot on her nails, I'm Gucci to my balls

You don't know my body

I got beef with this battery that's in my back (Ooh-ooh)

I got the cease and desist on you nigga, you whack (Ooh-ooh)

And I'ma see to it, that I leave out with a check

She on my dick, my legacy all on her chin

She all moody, gettin' that thing and I leave, she all moody

I'm the one holdin' the lens, I'm unruly, I never stop goin' in

I'm in the yard workin' it, rackin' it in

Badass bitch with me, think I'm Joey, fat ass lips

Angelina Jolie, when I Photoshop, I ain't talkin' Adobe

Brand new truck stop, open up the door hinge

Color stand out, I look like a goalie

I'm from the Lou', you gon' have to show me

Polynesian, I got sauce even on a Sunday

She ride the dick like a Hyundai (Baby)

Bezel beatin' like a drum break, it's the stone age

You should know better than thinkin' 'bout redemption, is you Shawshank?

She throw it at me 'cause you mad at him

Girl, don't salt shake me

She might reach, gotta grap her air for no reason at all

She Guyanese, so she askin' me 'bout where I be, where I'm from

I'm high-anese, off the ganja right now, you should try these, on me girl

She Kylie, spent a lot on her nails, I'm Pucci to my balls