Lyrics Short $ermons - Ab-Soul , Retch

Polo Sporting Goods
Seduce dykes in the moonlight, I move like
Them cats that wear two strikes, at night I blew dice
Cee-lo, you know he 'Lo like a hero
Turn zeros into C-notes fucking with Nino
A tree blow in the beam-o on the lee-low
The grill is looking like it's cheesing, so appeasing
Catch me leaning, leather seats is heated
Jump out the zenith, that's a naked skeezer
She with whatever, predict the weather
Distressed leather under vintage sweater
Resemble cheddar, the centerpiece is clever
The endeavors of a young cadaver
I roll the reefer with a prison letter
Free my mans
With more beaches with the Jordans with the sand in them
I'm on the premises with pouches with the grams in them
'Lo socks, boxers with the dick-hole
The tea was fresh up out the kettle, so I sip slow, whoa
Polo Sporting Goods
Hey, man, black lip pastor, don't know if my raps or a gat spit faster
The horror in my oral vernacular'll collapse ya
Fellatio in the Uber if the driver's cooler
We got it in, she's no Karrine, but the head was super
Intended for it to be intricate for me to lose her
But she in love with a loser
My bitch friend snooping through my Instagram
When I'd much rather crack a Backwood and twist a gram
Me and 'Lo God we both gods below God
Pick up line for divas that I'm Jesus with a bigger penis
Shout out to Lord Legend, shout out Apostle Agent
The games Nebuchadnezzar and I'm just Daniel dreaming
Or maybe David in a lion's den, with a plate of steak
Don't make the same mistake, I'm blowing dumb trees
State to state and out the country
Accidentally ashing on my Polo, getting dome from yo' ho
Soulo
Polo Sporting Goods