Lyrics:
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Bad bitches who I fuck with
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet
Let
Thing 4 U
Hook:
I’m not a Backstreet Boy or Nsync, I’m not a Jonas Brother but I can sing,
and Girl, I gotta Thing For You.
Beyoncé, Britney,
these knuckleheads
[Chorus]
Pop bottles (pop bottles)
Shake hands (shake hands)
Recognize (recognize) I'm the man
I try to tell 'em but they won't
vibe like that
Karma is your check's 'boutta bounce (damn)
Karma is the fire in your house (grrah)
And she 'boutta pop up unannounced (like)
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
(Bongo ByTheWay)
(Mustard on the beat, ho) look
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (west
it on sativa
The harder your heart keep beating
Only feel bad while you're thinkin'
Pop pop pop like Pepsi Coke, the best we smoke
Plus the tan
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
the curse
We can slide pop your top off
we can ride till you cool off
block lit up July 4th
No drive by we stand off
At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop
Pop! Pop! Pop!
There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy
When they pass around the coffee
Here's to the good times, here's to the sunshine
Here's to the ice you float your beer in
To the tops they pop and the tan lines disappearin'
Oh my, my
for the long haul
Yea
Cuz it's only right, trynna get it like it's under priced, never overnight
Dig it like a shovel lil bitch, show ya rite
Pop it,
Fairweather father
Fairweather father
Doesn't like to hear the baby cry
Doesn't like to about the aches and pains
Of the day gone by
Of the day
you're bringing up zodiac signs? Now get a load of that
Now I'm Trying to get by as the time it tick tocks
Guess while I'm alive and bored I'll just watch
What's Gucci my nigga? What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
Getting GuWop
(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
At your
to the good times, here's to the sunshine
Here's to the ice you float your beer in
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin'
Oh my, my
She's a little
your lady friends
I’mma bring my niggas and we can get it in
She like to pop pills, I like to pop steel
And leave a bitch ass nigga
With a doctor bill
hot glow hot glow
90's baby born in ninety, ninety
Got the hot glow
Hot glow hot glow
Fucking Spice Girl want to be
NSYNC, Clueless, I'm trying to pop
say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine (yeah) you ain't no kin
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Uh
I wanna be by my lonely
I pop these Perc'
get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap,
The gossip tonight will be tommorow's headlines
He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh yeah)
A sweet
the leader of the Pythons
Is a kid they just call Zero
Now Terry's pop says these kids are some kind of monsters
But Terry says "No, pop, they're just plain
all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I
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