Polly

by Tamara Bubble

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POLLY
by Tamara Bubble

INTRO
International black beauty
Hip hop is my duty
I do be rocking them doobies, off duty
I'm on my smoothie kick

But miss me with them salads
These broads don't know
The meaning of healthy
Til they get this thick

I got them big girl hips
So they can get a grip
You need to get yo life
Hold up … come and get yo man

(laughs, #BubbleOnDeck)

(Polly wanna cracker?)

VERSE
I thought Polly wanted a cracker
Not a crackhead
Closest thing you'll ever be to dope
Is either selling or using 

The only thing that's gon pop
on you is a blackhead
I don't condone domestic violence
Nor these beats I'm abusing

Cuz I'm like beauty & the beast 
And when I beast I leave bruising 
Easily, who need enemies?
With friends like booze

And stop calling these girls yo groupies
When your tour stops a snooze fest 
Thought you booked a show at Sleepy's
When your entourage flew in

Definition of flow 
Means that you know what you doing 
How you a citizen of rap
And your green card is showing

I know it, we all illegal 
Got the nerve to have an eagle
As a sweet symbol of freedom
But we high off weed and needles

Look I’m tryna be nice
Wait a minute I am
That's why your girl wanna be twice 
But ain't half the woman I am

She just happen to be happy
Rapping bout taking somebody’s man  
But haven't even asked him
Why he still shaking my hand?

CHORUS
Polly
If you don't come and get yo man
Polly
(Polly wanna cracker?)
If this bird don't come and get her man

VERSE
Parlevous francais?
Be making they heads turn
I speak that language of sexy
Be making these hoes learn

If ‘we we’ is the only thing u know
You gon get burned
Be riding on all foreigns 
And walking around with germs

Ewwwwwww
Your hair straight 
Cuz it's walking around with sperm
Chill

Get a relaxer baby
Or keep it natural 
Chin up like Cleopatra 
Lady, cuz that's what queens do

Clothes on like a mannequin 
Make these niggas be men again
PLEASE!
He couldn't share me

If my name was Sharon
And he know better to dare me
Cuz his name ain't Darren
I let my womb go barren

For I carry a sellout seed
I see y’all tombstones staring
Cuz you niggas
are dead to me

Sue me, Red, white and blue me
The American way
Don't need American dreams 
If we all feigning for green

When Martin Luther was dreaming 
He ain't mention no bling
I bet Martin Luther is screaming
Way we living his dream

CHORUS

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released February 21, 2016
Written by TamaraBubble
Produced by R.A. The Rugged Man

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Tamara Bubble Brooklyn, New York

Picture the ultimate blend of Pop, Jazz, Hip Hip, Dance, R&B and Soul. Music that defies genre. Delivered with raw emotion and heartfelt lyrics, Tamara Bubble creates hits that will be around for years to come.

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