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I've been
Grinding making major moves
I ride Mercedes Benz CL63 Exactly
My AMG's hit the turf
The defense couldn't sack me
Hit the club, poppin' bub,

and, reckless and aw shit
Nigga what’s poppin? fucking the most
I’m counting up paper, counting up cash
Easy viberations, haven't I told you?
It’s

on some Jodeci shit
Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich

Yo we 80
000 shopping malls but we ain't browsin'
Poppin' hood in Transco Towers
Prowler prowling

until it’s empty
No reason they gotta tempt me
And when we done poppin rows
Cause the make me tipsy
I’m in these streets these niggas screaming
I tend

came and saved
Me while I was poppin' shrooms
Bet you're tired, but this is my life
I'm on fire for Christ
And I'm layin' and prayin' that He'll
Take me

ha
What's poppin'? Just like that, homie
You hear me? Homie, I ain't
Gon' do that bad, like, "Been right"
Yeah, but you know what it is, man
Whoop

bring that fire with Hosier boy
Like Duke boys with that shine crate
(Oh yeah)
Got a six gun rockin' all hollow tips
Thick girls poppin' out them Model

and brought my dawgs home (dawgs home)
And I know the opps is mad because they all gone (all gone)
What you know 'bout poppin' tags to gettin' called wrong

many cute hip hop chicks
First night at Top Cats caught
One that was thick aye Mac
You listenin' or still poppin' that shit?

Well I live to pop shit

fold, flop, fake, bitch
I really got it
That nigga thought it was a game
'til we really robbed him
Twenty deep in the club, bitch
We really poppin'
Come

they get
It poppin', who hustlin', make it happen
(Oh, oh, oh) make rap in the trap and
Paula D keep 'em clappin'

(Make 'em clap to this) When
They

and roll
They say Skilla on fire, stop, drop, and roll
My hoes be poppin' hoes
My bros'll pop your bros
Nigga soft as cotton rolls
My mama'll beat your mama

the whip, no stallin'
All eyes on me, keep watchin', keep watchin'
Okay, no way
I started stepping away (Poppin' out)
Three bad bitches, four-way (Four-way)

Bust it down
Poppin' pimples in the Rollie face
Crucify the jeweler if the Rollie fake
Foreign filthy
Pulled up on me in that holy Wraith
Your block

movin' right
Know this shit get treacherous (Boy)
Turned her out, got her poppin' pills
Say it get her wetter
I'm in love, 'bout to marry money
Planning

'round thats no bullshit
Wyte music riders
I'm beside ya and we're gonna
Wile out till the end
I'm not just the leader of
The pack of pill poppin, drinkin

wear what's in the dresser
Pretty boys nowadays give a
Shit about their eyebrows
I'm droppin' transmissions poppin' wheelies
On your lifestyle
Giddy up

and my girl trippin'
Quit the pill poppin' and the syrup sippin' (damn)
Fuck it, I took some L's (well)
But losin' yourself is the worst mixture (woo)

but I know yuh see the score
I remember when I ran out of options
Me and ez out here tryna get it poppin
I wasn't fresh but I had the crowd rockin
Now

Offered to partner proper poppin’ no more of stockin’ stores
Or leaving the pieces of me that's evil they gon’ teach me more
My cheatin’ and lying ain't

Know we gon' stay solid
T-bag, what's poppin', Blood?
(I'm workin' on dyin')
Thorough, YSL
(Yeah, I'm bangin' red, but my beat came from

(Grim, this shit hard as fuck)
(Grim got this shit poppin')
Yeah, slatt

Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck, real

mary poppins
Ho la vita addosso
La mia vita è il doppio
Ho presentimento che non te lo spiego
Come se qualcosa fosse andata male
Ma sarebbe uguale forse

so thick like filet mignon
Got me shouting her name on the megaphone
She be working that ass on the Peloton
Poppin' bottles at her brunch, Don