Lyrics:
'cause I'm just drinkin', smokin', straight west coastin'
Bitches puttin' ass in motion, pussy poppin', sex promotin'
Got a car (Raise it up)
Got
to the white meat like lobster tails
Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone
Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for
And now I'm poppin' my cris
You niggas all on my dick
I want to change the world
You want to change ya life
I wouldn't a put up a fight
If I knew it
a lift
And now I'm poppin' my cris
You n****s all on my dick
I want to change the world
You want to change ya life
I wouldn't a put up a fight
it's going down
I feel your water girl I love it when you make that sound
Chorus (x2)
Verse 2 (Sons of Funk)
It's only poppin
fuckin party poppin
You cappin and army braggin
Gon keep smugglin in this game shit
"Niggas ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin
Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes the lotteries
OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit
beats, we makin' hits so
Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin' my shotty
Nigga you get extorted, flippin' styles, poppin' chicks
Bullets small as his G-be-30, niggaz
the star on the scene
Ouch!
Mix was right
On the one, the kick drum hit the triple beat
Baby, I was poppin'
Did one spin, did a second, did
He said I like it with a big wide grin
Kept on a poppin' and he said again
Get rhythm, when you get the blues
C'mon get rhythm, when you get
lemonade
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
Mother
Mother sucking rock and roll
Bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll
on and poppin
The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon
You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off
The verdict's in, I be the look
W-Balls, y'all, 187.4 FM on your dial
Remindin' you to get the dick out your throat and go vote
DJ EZ Dicc still poppin' like a pipe bomb
And oh
There she was
Just a-walkin' down the street
Singin'
Do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Poppin' her fingers
And shufflin' her feet
Singin'
Swiss watch, I'm throwed off
I just joined the big league, Lonzo
Tell me what that lick read, one call
Pink diamonds poppin' out, cotton ball
Bodies
I was sittin' in a bar, boozin' and losin'
And some jackoff walks up cruisin' for a bruisin'
Poppin' off and makin' my whole redneck red
He asked
rock and your booty poppin', I'm proud to call you my bitch
They be lookin', but they can't touch you, shawty, I'm the only one to get it
So just go
love my bad bitch, but I love that chopper too
Poppin' tags, she like shopping bags, look at all her shoes
Ain't no limitations when you popping
covers
Can't be her mate, it's a fuck on my brother
Ain't no more love when you come out the streets
I need some love that's one of a kind
Poppin' that
smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear sayin' she just wanna party
Trunk Muzik got these boppers poppin' on the Richter
She ain't try to charge, but anyway, I gave her a lil' cash
I'm poppin' it off, I'm tryna make her ex-nigga mad
Leaned up, just took two pills, damn,
I ain't a hater
Do your thing, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
But personally, your shit is not poppin', son
all she wanna do is drink and dance (oh)
She droppin' down to her feet, yeah, yeah (she droppin' down)
She poppin' it 'round, she ready to get
Valley, they dumbin', out in Maui, we comin'
Poppin' out in Bengali, lookin' just like a dolly
With a pretty Somali, then hit Malawi
She love gunman in
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