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letra de pops - breed savaaj

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[intro: john witherspoon & breed savaaj]

well the secret is, you’ve got to coordinate! (uh-huh)
most people don’t coordinate. see, you’ve got to coordinate!

you have to coordinate
we miss you pops!
bang bang bang bang
yeah…

[verse 1: breed savaaj]

kid hangin’ off my wrist like “watch this!” (dad)
& for mine, i got the time (yeah)
see, i ball so you might catch me vibin’ with a vibe (vibe)
my bride’s made like she’s ridin’ with the bride (bride)
& if she’s ridin’ with the guy then the bond bonnie – clyde (whoo)
bond smooth on some 1st name james sh-t
we forget each other’s 1st names bae sh-t (ha)
& when they lookin’ for me 1st name basis
i’m with all the other mike’s, you know, 1st name greatness (yes)
you surround yourself w soft skin n-ggas
you all pack a, nah, y’all chill with chinchillas (haha)
you n-ggas sip liquor (yea) if they ever say breed had a chaser, swasn’t into richards, only chicks with her
oh, richard that’s a long d-ck
& if her talk sl!ck, he hard to get get along with (yeah)
i make it simple to kick it, no zimouchie
in a coogi, w the shades & the grip, big drip
[chorus: breed savaaj]

i feel at home anywhere i kick it
everytime i come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
so many women i can’t get into the living room
& i’ll be everybody pop, john witherspoon
what it dididoo
what you tryna get into
im just tryna bang bang bang, john witherspoon
what it dididoo
what you tryna get into
im just tryna bang bang bang, john witherspoon

[verse 2: breed savaaj]

& i’m back
you got the bag i need to see it all, both hands (give it here)
you don’t deliver that’s your ass, mr.postman (ha)
always making moves, mood, nomad (yea)
it’s all good just gotta make it last like a slow jam (whoo)
all you needa do is get ya bottoms up, no glass
n if you gonna stunt, n-gga, stunt then no pads
baes tryna get your bad back without an old man (yittidee)
you good at looking bad without a filter like, no gram (haha)
no ma’am but homie got the o-z’s if you need ‘em (yessir)
i got the juice, they got the bags that’s a caprisun (yes sir)
we all committed to the game, i need a pre-nump (ha)
but hit my queen up “good afternoon, you should be lunch” (w’sup)
remember free lunch, oh you think so maybe
hood sh-t, chili w the fritos daily
girl, you sure look good to me
& you should put that hot sauce on my burrito, bae-bae
[chorus: breed savaaj]

i feel at home anywhere i kick it
everytime i come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
so many women i can’t get into the living room
& i’ll be everybody pop, john witherspoon
what it dididoo
what you tryna get into
im just tryna bang bang bang, john witherspoon
what it dididoo
what you tryna get into
im just tryna bang bang bang, john witherspoon

[verse 3: stobby]

different mothers, different fathers too (whoo)
but this is still the brother’s ba… ba… barbecue
& you’re invited still excited when that auto move (move)
then it auto-tune, (tune) then it auto-vroom
way down to richmond, where i would kick it with all those goons
my older cousin i love him, he taught me all those moves
i had a thing for charlotte russe & aldo shoes
& watchin’ rocky 2 just to see apollo lose
now stobby keep it solid, smooth, baby, i’m the dude
don’t give a f-ck if you in the mood, b-tch, i’m a mood
hey, pops said you win some, some you gotta lose
it’s cool to take the l, just double the w’s/
now follow rules, call me stobby
it’s so much i could tell you that you’d never know about me
like when i copped the benz… handed over 10 thousand
took a 40 minute drive & swear to god, i had it back within an hour
shhhhhh, but don’t tell n0body
i coulda been bangin’ red like elmo body
but h-ll no! i’m doing so f-ckin’ well, i could go to f-ckin’ jail tonight, just to bail somebody (ahh)
look! you can’t wave check the wave i’m on (wave i’m on)
& if me & red meet, (whoo) that’s filet mignon
no lie, don’t act surprised like you ain’t been warned
if breed hangin’ out the window then i’m ace ventur-a, yes lawd
[outro: john witherspoon]

you kids today
nothing but punks
sissy-fied!
so quick to pick up a gun
you’re scared to take an ass-whoopin’
this what makes you a man

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