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gone pop
Man I miss my dog sick you gone RIP to Poppa
I been the same nigga same niggas we ain't got no problems
Bitch we be at Minnie's every week it

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,

can't think
Spotlight on me I won't even blink
I'm just waitin' to pop like NSYNC
Spotlight yeah
Spotlight yeah
Spotlight yeah
Spotlight yeah, aye

I'm taking a plane
Feeling like I'm gonna pop like champagne
I'm stuck in this life so why would I complain
Pull up my shorts
Gotta T up hands slapping

going H to the Izzo
With my boy Jay-Z
With frosted tips
This pertains to JT
Was my generation
A fan of NSYNC
Nah I don't think
Maybe just a few
So fuck

Never wanna make you cry
We not NSYNC
You ain't gotta say bye bye
She said she outside
Chasing the vibes
I'm in the trap with the guys
Stepped in

sync (NSYNC) I might pop
Pussy locked, alright stop
Oh my God, what a thot
What a thot yea

Oh them titties what a pair
George is in the air
She got

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

I got some plans
I got some plans

I got some plans for you and I
Nsync  with the bands no suit and tie
Don't leave me lonely 
I want you to want me

I got nigga, he a hot nigga Smurda gang, help pop a nigga. He a king, And I'm a queen But we was both slinging them rocks Nigga. Look me in my eyes,

Pop The Question
Written By: David Alari 

Lately I’ve been thinking about us
We’ve been together for so long
You got me thinking maybe we should

an vendetta 
Then wanna stay boo’d up like Ella   

Now i’ma pop this ass 
And i’ma chase a bag 
I’ma pop this ass
And i’ma chase a bag
I’ma pop this ass

grade I had a standing ovation
I can pop out by myself, or with the bros like the Temptations
(Like the Temptations)
Got in by myself nobody gave me

(OK, OK)
I'm a keep on shooting at them even if I'm off (Pop pop pop pop pop pop)
Niggas talk about that beef and I'm a cannibal (Yeah, cannibal)
Cause

Pop Out Lyrics 


Hook
Might just pop out with my wrist
Might just pop out with your bitch
By what she want and shit 
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Diamonds

I wish life was a breeze
Chilling at the park like when I was 13
Hanging by the swings
I want to go back, girl

I wish life was a breeze
Chilling

cnd we're motivated by something they could never hope to understand
Jedi Master is the man
Say What?
It's like a TV show, here we go
Kicking around

of the prominence
Hol on girl nah nah nah nah
She wanna be more NSYNC but she barely gettin by by by by ay
Straight up out the slum but I'm conscious
Takin number 1

world by surprise
You may be small but you're on top
You make the whole world stop
So just so you know I'm forever your Holliepop

Pop pop
Pop pop
Pop pop

bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop)
You never seen a brick, I pray to God my team get rich (pray to God)
Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty

First I get some money, then I pop a tag
First I get some money, then I pop them tags
If I can't sleep, Imma pop a xan
Then I get some money, Imma

determined her body burnin' like some Cajun hot sauce
And she lookin' better than some famous pop star
The way that ass shaking way more entertaining by far

(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop a X, boot up (yeah)
War time, suit up (yeah)

Yeah 
Pop a X, boot up (pop a X,

Pop
Pop
Pop goes the weasel
What happened to that boy only we know
Stop drop roll when the heat blows
The cemetery full of brave niggas and heroes