Search results for 'poppin by yo gotti' Page #10

Looking For a Baller

Too Short

Chase the Cat

2001

for a baller, baller

From the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller
From the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar

This that pussy poppin shit 

This that make a Nigga trip

This that gas for yo ass 

This that Where you get that shit 

This that party hard party

Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred

No I don't care about who's chartin, 
Bro so pardon me please
If you ain't tryna change the world, 
I guess it's starting with me
Yo call me Gotti

And I Don't hear a peep now
From anyone who done speaked Out

A while back
See you a joker you can't even play yo Card in that
You read the script

I said a prayer and asked god please get them rats gon,     
I told my nigga stay on yo shit and watch yo back Holmes 
Cause these niggas switching

Rich Nigga, I'm draped up in Versace
I went up to the jeweler
When I left I'm playin' hockey
Bad bitches like it
She see Rarris & Buggatis
I'm poppin

proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We

blocka-blocka yea
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin

blocka-blocka yea
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin

to learn
You in the club poppin bottles with 30 niggas
No women in yo section dawg just 30 niggas
Lil dirty niggas lil hurting niggas
Lets chip in on one

beef
Shorty gotta chance with me
Paparazzi
Seen me
Kno my name
Everybody like me
See I got you
I don't kno yo fame
Show gotti
Stop me
See I got sum pain

a ghost by the way that I approach
Roll big blunts while I eat my lunch
Don't trip, lil' bitch, I'ma save ya ass a roach
My shit poppin', bitch, I'm hottest

Lab Drunk

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

Yo I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles  chrome bowls 
Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles 
To ya head  you'll be spread

Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!

(Uh)

right and just know that it ain't no stopping
I got intentions on leaving yo body rockin
Everybody poppin out but it's just me and you who poppin
We

Get Up Stand Up

Redman

After Taxes

2005

there?)
Yo, hey yo

[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand

It ain't come with a fee

Killed bruh on his song So he ain't never drop it
Man, OG been poppin You ain't never squeeze

Ain't heard Inuyasha It's

All that flexin' for tha gram jus stop it
Cap one, what's in yo wallet
Got some young niggas and they love to get violent
Turn this bitch into

leave yo nigga 
Not for me cause girl i’m not shit 
The chosen one 
I beat the odds, so yea im poppin
I’m not ya nigga
Don’t want ya phone don’t gotta

a take her down through there

Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]

She's a 5 star chick
But I'm not Yo Gotti,
I ain't

What ?!


I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad

shiftin’ my young nigga rich
Don't have a thought 'bout penitentiary
Young rich nigga
Let me show you how I'm livin'
Poppin' shit, all my niggas poppin

Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppin tags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion