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letra de pop n dip - lb spiffy & saints n sinners

[intro]
you know how the f-ck i’m bomin’ man

[chorus]
pop up out the cut, get wick’
my n-ggas, they move too quick
expensive clothes, expensive whip
she said she love the way i drip
don’t talk too hot, boy watch your lip
just like a bic this sh-t get lit
pull up and hop out the dip
whole lotta demons, they be on the strip

[verse 1]
you know we ain’t f-ckin’ around
just like a mat how we lay sh-t down
your b-tch want f-ck ’cause i get that brown
when i pull up iced up, too much drip make her drown
when i pull up and i drip off-white
and the bros said “it’s been a long night”
can’t wait ’til we catch a f-ck boy on sight
n-ggas talk too much, yeah they move too hype
pop up out the cut, get dirty
sh-t gеt brazy, sh-t get blurry
call bro curry, he clutchin’ a thirty
shorty wanna eat mе up, just like a kirby
pull up, exotic whip, we skrrtin’
masked up, yeah my n-ggas they purgin’
we get to the chicken, yeah just like it’s bourbon
she ain’t wanna f-ck back then so i’m curvin’
pull up, yeah i ball like irving
n-ggas they broke, they hurtin’
i stack the cream, no jergens
you know i gotta put that work in
you know i gotta get that bag
we flex on the opp n-ggas, got ’em so mad
we can’t talk to the opp b-tches, they be too gassed
when i pop out with big body, skrrt too fast
[chorus]
pop up out the cut, get wick’
my n-ggas, they move too quick
expensive clothes, expensive whip
she said she love the way i drip
don’t talk too hot, boy watch your lip
just like a bic this sh-t get lit
pull up and hop out the dip
whole lotta demons, they be on the strip

[verse 2]
whole lotta demons, they be on the strip
talking’ too hot, you get flied like a blimp
lb get hoes so she think i’m a pimp
kick a b-tch quick, i ain’t ever no simp
shorty she turn to a freak when she drink
when i f-ck her from back, she get wet like a sink
and the streets cold, gotta roll with a mink
if n-ggas ain’t movin’ right they get left in a blink
don’t move right, you get left in a hurry
told my bros “we gon’ make it, no worries”
n-ggas cappin’ and makin’ up stories
ovo, you don’t wanna see the forty
man this sh-t ain’t a game, ain’t no pubg
when we pop out it’s bound to get ugly
deep in the trench, this sh-t it get musty
watch how you talk this sh-t can get dusty
[chorus]
pop up out the cut, get wick’
my n-ggas, they move too quick
expensive clothes, expensive whip
she said she love the way i drip
don’t talk too hot, boy watch your lip
just like a bic this sh-t get lit
pull up and hop out the dip
whole lotta demons, they be on the strip

- lb spiffy saints n sinners

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