Pop
Death Grips
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Pop-pop-pop-pop Your crisis is my alarm Why I'm like "shh, stay calm" You fight shit I ride upon My knife been drawn Three-six-fiv light of dawn Lit up rock you live under Ass-backwards muthafucka features like hot butter Like your brothers, your father and your sisters, your mother Trend-setter maximum third planet from the sun orbit my lungs Bulldozin' cul-de-sacs ground under over every act Cut no slack, no slack Pop-pop-pop-pop No chance to throw I rush the mound Rage stormin' off the chains remind me of rape house slave cock rings You're played out like talking Your cadence is sloppy Can't break me I got me You're grave stink I'm lofty You're lady like lolli Pop tramp on that jigaboo goddamn I'm so sick of you I despise that shit what I would never align me with Feel free to mime me but don't be saltine when I call you a biter bitch
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Written by: ZACHARY CHARLES HILL, ANDREW MORIN, STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT
Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
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