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I don't give a damn about pop music
I don't give a damn about the CMA
I like my country music, country
I don't need no pop singer to show me the way

goloso, tu campeón (ring)
Alejandro, I’m the one
Represento a Perú
Macchu Picchu, who are you
Got the style, that dirrty pop
Como NSYNC en los 2000
Y como

goloso, tu campeón alejandro, I’m the one
Represento a Perú macchu Picchu, who are you
Got the style, that dirrty pop
Como NSYNC en los 2000 y como canta

now they changing they style
You tall but a bitch thats a megan the stall
I pop me a perc and I cant get enough
Blood in my eyes cause they can not be

I need dem commas on commas 
I ain't with drama 
He wan try me, get pop with the llama 
Hit with the hammer 
They call me the drummer
My vision is

out the Glock and pop
Uffie's gonna make this shit rock
Like doe, doe I like
Boys call on me when they feel freaky hot
I run this show you got too

Pop the Glock

Uffie

Pop the Glock

out the Glock and pop
Uffie's gonna make this shit rock
Like doe, doe I like
Boys call on me when they feel freaky hot
I run this show you got too

worst days, be my best
All my worst days, be my best

Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop

(Yeah, yeah)
Now show them what your made of
Show them what your made of
Now show them what your made of
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, for a real one

All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore

Back Against da Wall

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez

1995

the ghetto
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop

Shit, I don't even know what I'm 'bout to say on this shit
This shit go crazy
Addey
Addey
Addey
Stay by my side 'cause I'm 'bout to be rich
All

Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit
Pop Shit, Yeah
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)
Pop Shit, Yeah (yeah)

Payday
By: Luvinnia Flowers

Yeah
This ain't,this ain't really no rap shit coming from me this some ol pimp shit, that ol strip club, turn the sirens

And I'm from the Eastside, better know as Afghan'
Nigga, we ain't really with the roo-rah (pop, pop)

Pop your shit (hold on)
Pop your shit (ayy)
Pop

(Here we go)

Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat

got it
Pop just seems like a word
For to get everyone moving
It's like a firecracker, going off in me
Time seems to run by so fast

Oh Oh
(Oh Oh)
I

It's kashh uhh 
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit 
I put thirty on my wrist 
I put thirty in my clip
I

El Maccabeezy 

Up that Tanach
Like a glock let it pop 
I'ma up that Tanach 
Like a glock let it pop 
I'ma up that Tanach  
Like a glock let it pop

I hope y'all niggas don't
Take this personal man
I'm just popping shit
This bubble gum rap
This bubble gum rap
Lemme pop my shit
Lemme pop my shit

to say it - you're gettin beat by a nerd
Pop pop
Constitution, dexterity
Pop pop
You a joke, hilarity
Pop pop
Remember this for posterity
Pop pop
Ya got

comfort me
Chill by myself
I just don't want the company
I trap by my lonely
I ain't got homies
Nobody knows me
Keep that thing on me
I ain't got homies

gone by
Fly, fly
Time don't wait for no one

Another Decade is here
And it's gonna fly
And it's gonna go just like the last one bye bye bye
*NSYNC is

Pop that booty go dumb ay
Pop that booty up down today
Pop that booty it's going down today
Pop that booty go up ay
Pop that booty go up ay
Pop that