Polynesian Smino

[Intro]
Oh-woah-oh

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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