Lyrics:
pappy
I want to do right but the world is wrong
That's why I'm singin' this song
[Chorus]
I'm trying to stack a dollar pop my collar while I'm
people and twerkers
I present to you
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fr
Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees
killing me slowly
Ran it up, did it all by my lonely
And I'll do it again
If she bad I'm tryna fuck on the friend
Pop her a bottle, she getting it in
Keep
gangsters..) Holla!
And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars
'Cause we ain't nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin
Who put it down for
nuts on ya
But at the heart they bitches aye
So I ride by my lonely
Get high by my lonely
I'm a die by my lonely and uh
I'm feeling like
I ain't feeling
the Squad's bass (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, The Click (hey y'all, hey y'all)
E-40, The Governor, and Richie Rich (hey y'all, hey
the knob they can be all three sixes
I pop my collar like it owe me sum
And tell my flock that they fuckin with the chosen one
Hard work this some Carhart
people and twerkers
I present to you
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fr
Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees
wanna pop that bubbly
And by the way, I'm Al
Al-co-holic
I act a fool and frolic
Till I hurl in the toilet
J-Ro dangerously
Givin you brain surgery
See you soon when I'm supposed to
Im a show ya
They hatin on me remember what I got now
What I got now
I gotta 40 on me please don't pop out
They didn't
harder than me, oooh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: E-40]
Oooh, your a** is right
I ain't tryin' let that pa** me tonight
I'm a put my bid in and tell you
shit from me
So get from me
Forty dollars make that bitch come get with me
Believe it or not like Rip E Lei
Pussy good It's slippery
They say get em Maz
They call me young cash babyy
Ice on my neck that's water
Look at my drip that's water
I otter pop my collar
Baby love fuckin with nuthin but ballas
collar
I’m picking up racks from ya momma
Shawty gon shoot “huh” gunna
I got a blue strip ya honor
Popping these tags im running down rags
I trap off
Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny
Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick
40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya
[E-40] White girl (x8)
(White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
[E-40
here we pop them collars
Around here we get them dollars
Every girl I see that look right
Like me just gotta holla
This kid here all about stackin' up
a AK and pop you in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta, motherfucker, uh
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
These hoes talking down on me
Bitch shut up and go down on me
If you sneak diss or a weak bitch get the fuck round from me
Im popping my collar
Yo
brought me here,
Droppin' piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks pop pop ya pistol now,
If a nigga want to run up gun up
Put him
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
Too much choosing going on
Baby gotta stop that
Dolce Gabbana Givenchy the collar
I think I might cop that
Takeoff wit a shorty her body like Cardi
the Oakland Raiders
At the club we dance with a gangsta limp
Players pop collars and pose like a pimp
Strike out in the fall, ridin a haul
Now who the hell
pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose
I'm like nothin' to you
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
jump in the Isuzu and cruise
blank tints,
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