letra de pop off - chris hendo
(yeah) pop off b-tch, (yeah) don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
like pop off b-tch, (yeah) don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
do this sh-t for real, from the left to the right
best believe i’ll f-ck your b-tch, so don’t let her out your sight
f-ck a hating b-tch, just do it outta spite
slay that cat with my sword, like a medieval knight
too many hoes, don’t know which ima choose
guess i’ll have ‘em all, i don’t really like to lose
like baby slow down, just wait for my cues
play your heart and your strings, and i ain’t talking ‘bout no blues
(yeah) revolutionary with the words that i speak
finna make my mil, and i ain’t talking bout no meek
just copped a new b-tch, best believe she a freak
and i stay going up, no my life never bleak
(yeah) pop off b-tch, (yeah) don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
like pop off b-tch, (yeah) don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
all on my d-ck, told her baby be gentle
just give me brain, i ain’t worried bout no mental
pick that sh-t up, no need for utensil
i know you a freak, that sh-t really essential
got your b-tch poppin d-ck, like a antibiotic
did too much, now she feeling psychotic
smoking on straight gas, best believe it’s exotic
you could never be me man, just use your logic
yeah i know i’m the sh-t, been it since my birth
tryna be like me, man that sh-t’ll never work
just f-cked a b-tch, cause i like the way she twerk
and she tryna ring me up, but i ain’t no f-cking clerk
(yeah) pop off b-tch, don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
like pop off b-tch, (yeah) don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
heard you throw ass, baby go and let me see some
i know you tryna hit, you don’t even need no reason
i don’t trip off a b-tch, if we ain’t in the same region
cause a big booty b-tch is always in season
y’all say i’m smooth, like yeah b-tch i know
i be in the field, but i ain’t playin wit no snow
shoot my sh-t straight, but i ain’t need no bow
and if you still tryna f-ck, come slide to my show
mix this sh-t up, got my drink turning purple
asking who did it, just like my name urkel
made 360 in a day, yeah that sh-t a full circle
(yeah) feel it in your soul, baby this sh-t eternal
(yeah) pop off b-tch, (yeah) don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
like pop off b-tch, (yeah) don’t be a dummy
said he got bread but your man lookin bummy
back that sh-t up, let me see how it move
just do your little dance, get into your groove
f-ck a chip on the shoulder, you gone take it on the tooth
know you can be my baby, even if you ain’t smooth
she want me to slide, i said “okay for surely”
said she want some d-ck, but i don’t think she worthy
she ain’t getting sh-t, so there’s no need to worry
i been knowin i’m that guy, how you just find out bearly?
(like, pay attention b-tch)
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