Polly Pocket Lyrics

Nigga I whipped it out

HUH

Nigga I whip it out like my whip

Okay I whip it out like a white person with a mother-

Nah I shouldn't say that

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it is Bandana Boy here with your evening news

Today we have a high of, I don't know man what the fuck

Soo is it Aaron… or Deshawn?

I don't like bitches that like they parents I do not wanna meet em'

And I hope she don't got no brother cause I deflee don't wanna see em'

When I get these 8's I need bitches to clean em'

Brand new CVV call it tag cause I freeze em'

Nobody thinks Eminem is good they just be joking

Oh he like 24K Golden that nigga smoking

That nigga ain't real, water boy

You niggas ain't In the field

Chance the rapper dropping music like we tryna hear that

Coulda been had a Michael Jackson verse but they ain't clear that

She just had chipotle, you think I'm tryna get near that

You stinking up the place like it's motherfucking tear gas

Big bro joking he said he know Victoria Secret

If it is not snowing, no I am not going

White girls love green, that's why they're only good for mowing, Uh uh I mean hoeing

Okay I got Polly pocket, okay I got Polly pocket

Okay let's get it pokky

Okay we pimped em' out

She told me she had jungle fever

Nigga i swing around

Nigga I whipped it out

Nigga I whipped it out

HUH

Nigga I whip it out like my whip

Okay I whip it out like a white person with a mother-

Nah I shouldn't say that

She suck me so good I just made a brand new sound

She got me calling out for help she must got a second mouth

I just had to hit that bitch in the head she talking bout some ouch

Baby kangaroo, that bitch hopping in the pouch

Uh I have to Sneeze

And she on her knees

Bitches saying please

And she, and she smoking

If it ain't about green we out!