Lyrics:
Tyson Tyson
Tyson El Dominicano
RalphDawg yeah
That's how it is nigga
It's clack clack nigga
Pop pop nigga nigga
Die die nigga
That's how it is nigga
bullet, fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head, soft ass, make a gushy ground
I'm straight from a crooked town like that, bitch
And that's the only way
bullet, fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head, soft ass, make a gushy ground
I'm straight from a crooked town like that, bitch
And that's the only way
she started stalking
Pop all the perky, yeah a halftime
Little mamma pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time
I put a nine inside a two liter
I'ma send
ways I'm feeling like a killer
I don't fuck with that monkey shit oh no bitch I'm gorilla
These pussies go by Michael with how that dance like it's
I remember we was young
And we was watching rugrats
Living everyday and
You don't know if pops gone comeback
My life full of pain
But that's ok know
was raised by my momma
But without pops aint the same
Please help me ease my pain
All that i breath is pain
Going
Off
Fell off
Falling
That part
Talk
Jim Jones: Go... Could you be my psychiatrist and make
sure that my brain is right
And I heard that you love to sue,
you betta make sure that ya aim
Bitch I got flavor that candy delicious
How long your dick is I measure by inches
Young Black Queen but I came from the trenches
These are not baguettes
millions with that okey dokey
Pop a molly now that bitch sweatin'
Or is it just a nigga necklace?
I tried to let you pussy niggas eat
I pray that all you
Hundred grand, tell em' bring a mop
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop pill, pop pussy
Bust
Pussy, pussy, pussy
Grab, grab, grab
Grab by the
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy to the left
Pussy to the right
Love the sound she makes
When I hit
stay clean ain’t no need to fleet
Have a hoe hating
Cause you bout that green
Never stay waiting
Cause you ah boss by all means
Only rock designer
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
Pussy pain I'm inflicting
But don't like her contradiction
That henny dick done kicked in
She pop it while I'm hitting
Don't text her back she sickened
I may pop these pills
May pop these seals
But I got me still
Yeah I got me still
Pussies want me killed
They ain't got no skill
And I'm cocky still
Gang
Youngin
Play with me pussy get Popped (Popped)
I got that clean in my sock (Sock)
Raised in the streets like my Pops (Pops)
Bitch I'ma ball like
Y'all' niggas might die by ya wife
Cutter attack by this dirty ah' knife
Swinging
I'm slanging that stick by the night
Don't try me the glue
It might stick
sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit
it shake, make it pop, make it drop
Make it roll bend it over, touch your toes
Let me see that pussy hole
Now make it shake, make it pop, make it drop
[Hook]
Now gone and pop it for me baby twerk that ass up on the floor...
Yeah that ass is looking fat and u got all alone...
I'm hypnotized by
He bought that lil pussy he know he wrong
Head was explosive got hit wit a bomb
We passing this bitch like she is a baton
A yard full of snakes ima lay
shovin' it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigga wrote
And if your man want to trip I'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigga drop
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork,
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