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Polo Shirt - (Single)
Muni Ace
℗ 2025 PRTTYBOYNATION Records

(ahehe)  
Yea
PRTTYBOYNATION
Something ‘bout a dude dressed in Ralph Lauren  
That new graphic tee shit be boring
I can’t fuck with you if you wearing Sketchers  
She glitching out, no computers
‘Cause I pressed her


Young niggas sagging  
Ass straight clapping (ya)  
If you smell good, it bring me to you like a magnet (hmph)  
Fitted caps, bow ties  
Braided hair, blow dried (ouu)  
Hoes don’t want the smoke, but I know I want a dope guy (ah)  
Dark-skins, yea I always flirt  
Brown-skins, maybe light-skins get that work  
Yuck  
But wait, it’s something I forgot to say first  
It’s just something ‘bout a boy in a Polo shirt (ow!)  


Hey, tell that boy I want dread head (ayo)  
I’on fuck with criminals but get him hard like a jail bed (mm)  
Told him, “Kiss up on my neck”  
And if he dress hella good it’ll get me up  
Breakfast (brrr)  
2025, but I think I’m in the past though  
If I let him slide, he can do a couple back strokes (gasp)  
Polo shirt and some Air Force 1s  
He even got a private jet  
He a Air Force Don (mhm)  
And I would make a bar about taking him to the Waterpark (ow!)  
But I’m a boy too, con-verse, all star  
Extra points if he bump my music  
Nice smile, maybe he can get between like a toothpick (hold up)  


Young niggas sagging  
Ass straight clapping (ya)  
If you smell good, it bring me to you like a magnet (hmph)  
Fitted caps, bow ties  
Braided hair, blow dried (ouu)  
Hoes don’t want the smoke, but I know I want a dope guy (ah)  
Dark-skins, yea I always flirt  
Brown-skins, maybe light-skins get that work  
Yuck  
But wait, it’s something I forgot to say first  
It’s just something ‘bout a boy in a Polo shirt (ow!)  


Look  
Bitches know I get cent, Bath and Body Works  
And yes I bathe them, plus they knowing that my body work (yea)  
These ugly bad built bitches need some body work  
She talking too?  
Now she finna get somebody work (ya)  
Put her in a coffin  
Flow sick, coughing  
Grab him by his nuts like I’m telling him to cough and  
Beat hoes, boxing  
Dig a hole, box in  
Wordplay thirsty, do you get the fucking con’sip? (ouu)  
Man you duds can’t rap for shit  
I’m just a fine scoop of chocolate  
Get back a lick  
Tax bracket, you hoes not in it  
Man y’all tragic  
Look like a brat, that why cabbage patches mad as shit  
Wrist hella wet like Moana went surfing (brrr)  
Told you this before, I’m the rap game surgeon  
Gotta pay a fortune just to turn a short verse in  
Better get the fuck up off my dick or get to slurping (yuck)  
Y’all like to get me hot until I start grilling hoes  
I told my jeweler, “Frosted Flakes”  
No cereal  
I’ll turn a black nigga eye to color indigo  
I’m such a sick bitch, hashtag clinical  
They don’t wanna stop talking til the gang come out
Pop battle, let them machines sing it out (ouu)  
I like afros, I like fat bros  
Bitch you better stay in your Cuba or F. Castro  


Young niggas sagging  
Ass straight clapping (ya)  
If you smell good, it bring me to you like a magnet (hmph)  
Fitted caps, bow ties  
Braided hair, blow dried (ouu)  
Hoes don’t want the smoke, but I know I want a dope guy (ah)  
Dark-skins, yea I always flirt  
Brown-skins, maybe light-skins get that work  
Yuck  
But wait, it’s something I forgot to say first  
It’s just something ‘bout a boy in a Polo shirt (ow!)  


Get a bag, get a motherfucking bag hoe  
Get a bag, get a motherfucking bag hoe  
Get a bag, get a motherfucking bag hoe  
Get a bag, get a motherfucking bag hoe  
Hey Kameron  
Hey Iven  
Hey Drevon  
Hey Bryan  
But wait, it’s something I forgot to say first  
It’s just something ‘bout a boy in a Polo shirt  
Hey  
Hey  
Hey  
(hahahahaha)  
It’s just something ‘bout a boy in a Polo shirt (ow!)

Polo Shirt (prod. z1lla)

Religious

(Hook)
I wish this Christian boy wasn’t so religious
Talkin’ scripture, but his hands so vicious
Prayin’ on his knees, now he grantin’ my wishes
I wish this Christian boy wasn’t so religious
He so religious

(Verse 1)
Wrapped a cross around his neck, the sin in his sheets
He skip Sunday service just to eat what I eat

Told his pastor he was fastin’, nah, he was feastin’
Said he need Jesus, but I’m who he believe in

Call me temptation, call me divine
He a man of God, but tonight he mine

I’m his favorite prayer, on my knees in Dior
Said he savin’ himself, now he beggin’ for more

(Hook)
I wish this Christian boy wasn’t so religious
Talkin’ scripture, but his hands so vicious
Prayin’ on his knees, now he grantin’ my wishes
I wish this Christian boy wasn’t so religious
He so religious

(Xela’s Verse)
He’s so religious, yeah
Boy turnt me to Christ ’cuz he was jealous
Got me dipped in water ’cuz boy, he want me baptized

(I wish he wasn’t) so religious, you already know
I would never date a Christian, and he was so religious
I’d never date no Christian unless benefit is monetary

You ain’t getting to know more about me
And we weren’t getting no closer
I was reminded by my ex-man
Said he was religious but still, he was a fan of me

Religious (ft. xela)

Simon Says - (Single)
Zyon Maye
℗ 2025 PRTTYBOYNATION/Zyon Maye Records

[INTRO]:
Nigga I Do Deposits
No Thief But Run Them Pockets
I Finger Fuck The Check
Got Bitches Steady Watching

These Bitches Steady Copy
You Switch? You Flip Floppy
He Said He Needed Sum Brain, I Give It Like A Zombie

[HOOK]:
Simon Says Keep Yo Head On Head On
I Would Hate To Get You Stepped On, Stepped On
Look At All The Niggas That’ll Step For, Step For (Me)
All The Bitches I Gotta Check For, Check For

[V1]:
You’ll Never Meet My Range
Golden Boy He Going Insane
You Know I Always Keep A Vibe, Gotta Keep 2 Chainz

You’ll Never Win This Game
You Bitches Plane Janes
I Keep A Rock Beside Me, His Nickname Dwayne

I Wanna Know Do Bitches Really Think They Got The Bars
I Stay Eating Off My Plate, While You Bitches Starve
We Onna Golden Moon, Now He Wanna Go To Mars
You Bitches Say That You Can Ride, But Wheres The Fucking Cars

Wheres The Fucking Cards? Nigga Just Pick The Ace
Back To The Waterpark, I Guess We Going Back To Ace
If You Drinking Nigga, Make Sure That You Have A Chase
And If You Eat It Well, We Can Go Back To Your Place

[HOOK]:
Simon Says Keep Yo Head On Head On
I Would Hate To Get You Stepped On, Stepped On
Look At All The Niggas That’ll Step For, Step For (Me)
All The Bitches I Gotta Check For, Check For X2

[V2]:
You Bitches Don’t Got Bars, Not More Than A Celly
He Tryna Hit Up My Line, He Wanna Ring The Telly
You Say That You Got Cash, Can You Keep More Than A Penny
And If You Need Advice, You Know Thats I Can Give You Plenty

Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind But Keep The Windows Tinted
If You Wanna Drop A Check, Than Add A Couple Digits
Yeah You Can Come Close, But Js Know, Your Limit
If You Wanna Know How Much Time You Have, You Got A Minute

JOKE

Nomi

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