Poppin Bottles
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Poppin bottles in da club She shakin ass i turn hea up Pussy leakin Like it freaky She get nasty wen we f*ck Grip hea neck Pull hea hair She like daddy do it rough Do a work out in dat pussy I aint worked out in a month Poppin bottles in da club She shakin ass i turn hea up Pussy leakin Like it freaky She get nasty wen we f*ck Grip hea neck Pull hea hair She like daddy do it rough Do a work out in dat pussy I aint worked out in a month Yea she bad Now he mad He gone give dat hoe his last Im gone duck off wit dat bitch Den i leave dat hoe on read Only color i like is green But Wen im mad u gone see red Bitch we slidin Niggas dyin Only way we get revenge Prices high We Take em down Only way we tappin in Went to school & learned my abcs Im stuck wit f & N Tell et bitch to get it right Or on da set she gone get left Try to dive up in dis water Might as well just hold yo breath Im da reaper in yo dream Bet not sleep witout yo heat Niggas hate ya Den they luv u When they know they cant compete Pause da beat & hit street I made four bands off a p He a pussy He a bitch And all Dem niggas round him sweet Put a broomstick on et choppa Hit yo block & sweep da street I can't tolerate no snitch So in my eyes you d i e Grab dat glock & hit da switch U already knoe he r i p Head shot face shot Walkem down We leave his head between his knees Poppin bottles in da club She shakin ass i turn hea up Pussy leakin Like it freaky She get nasty wen we f*ck Grip hea neck Pull hea hair She like daddy do it rough Do a work out in dat pussy I aint worked out in a month Poppin bottles in da club She shakin ass i turn hea up Pussy leakin Like it freaky She get nasty wen we f*ck Grip hea neck Pull hea hair She like daddy do it rough Do a work out in dat pussy I aint worked out in a month Dats my bitch U know im trickin Wat she want U know i get it Aint to many f*ck wit us Cuz aint no nigga round me friendly Wats yo hood up in da city East side best side Bitch da trenches She a freak ik she wit Bitch dont stop until i finsh Back to back That Ass so fat Im droppin disc beside hea kidney Bitches hatin Niggas envy Top dog bitch u knoe im wit it All et ass got my attention She a ten got ass & titties Look like sum from magic city U my bitch we braggin different 556 762 Bitch we all in traffic wit it Hit da dash & almost crash Sendin shots all thru da window Take it back & switch da rental Chains heavy Pockets bigger Niggas hatin Bitches bitter Pocket watchin Pop a nigga Niggas talkin I cant hear em Speak up bitch No need to whisper Pillow talkin i cant feel em A hunnit nigga plenty pistols Bullets hots These bitches sizzle Paper weight Bitch im da scissors He was standing now he cripple We put wheel chairs on they mirrors Poppin bottles in da club She shakin ass i turn hea up Pussy leakin Like it freaky She get nasty wen we f*ck Grip hea neck Pull hea hair She like daddy do it rough Do a work out in dat pussy I aint worked out in a month Poppin bottles in da club She shakin ass i turn hea up Pussy leakin Like it freaky She get nasty wen we f*ck Grip hea neck Pull her hair She like daddy do it rough Do a work out in dat pussy I aint worked out in a month
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