Pop My Shit
RopeDaKKomposer
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F*ck is you talkin bout? F*ck is they talking bout? F*ck is you talking bout? F*ck is they talking bout? Nigga f*ck what you talking bout F*ck what they talking bout F*ck what you talking bout F*ck what they talking bout I gotta pop my shit Gone head nigga pop yo shit Lil bit can I pop my shit? Hell yeah nigga pop yo shit Say twin can I pop my shit? Hell yeah twin pop yo shit I'm fina pop my shit Yeah I'm Fina pop my shit Wish A Nigga Would Academy A plus wit dat AR AK with the head chopped But I bet that Draco still spray far Got a mission counting up the digits I am the plug I don't stay far Hit my line for a three five Tell 'em I'ma push up in'at grey car Private Uber I ownt swerve wit the package Nigga pull up at the drop of a dizzy Asking if it's gas loadin the package Nigga pull off fo' I pop off the glizzy On a mission got some niggas waitin on me bout to drop em off the Zazzi They ain't e'en know it was me cuz I usually skirt up in'at blue Maserati Steady smokin on exotic Gas floating through my body Feelin something like Fabo, got me yelling beam me up Scotty Louis Vuitton Da Don I show up n shine on these motherfucking haters hoe Ain't shit sweet. I don't play bout my paper And that shit for now and for later so F*ck is you talkin bout? F*ck is they talking bout? F*ck is you talking bout? F*ck is they talking bout? Nigga f*ck what you talking bout F*ck what they talking bout F*ck what you talking bout F*ck what they talking bout I gotta pop my shit Gone head nigga pop yo shit Lil bit can I pop my shit? Hell yeah nigga pop yo shit Say twin can I pop my shit? Hell yeah twin pop yo shit I'm fina pop my shit Yeah I'm Fina pop my shit Yeah I'm fina pop my shit Juh like them firecrackers do it Light a motherfuker's head off Cook his brains like some motherfucking oodle noodles Swear he a dog, he a poodle Ima Great Dane ain't no fucking cage When I hit the pharmaceuticals f*ck a Nike nigga, just blaze! Bitch get stupid Hit 'em wit da one, two, three Now I got 'em under my feet Damn Now I got his blood on me Ice drip got a flood on me All these goes wanna love on me I just might buss a bit tonight So I gotta keep a glove on me Nah I can't love no skeezer She juh wanna be a dick pleaser Addicted to da way that I tease her When I nut she gone ask for dat Visa Bitch it's you dumb or nah? I can't even care if you cum or nah Pleasure bring a Nigga pain But I swear da money numb it all So F*ck is you talking bout? F*ck is they talking bout? F*ck is you talking bout? F*ck is they talking bout? Nigga f*ck what you talking bout F*ck what they talking bout F*ck what you talking bout F*ck what they talking bout I gotta pop my shit Gone head nigga pop yo shit Lil bit can I pop my shit? Hell yeah nigga pop yo shit Woah
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