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letra de pop it - mteezy

[intro]
(you’ll fly too if you link up with french)
(eco havin’ sauce, baby)
b-tch-ass n-gga
yeah
on god
got lil’ manman in this house
jay in this ho, coff in this ho
hey

[verse]
you only put this sh-t on on your b-day
call back, want some more, same spot, instant replay
i could do this sh-t hands-on
man, ski work the whip, kiss the curb, he’ll speedrace
grand theft auto, livin’ life like i’m cj
might set up shop up on an opp block, hmm
be cautious while drivin’ down 8 block
uh, it’s eight seconds and i went for the shot clock, ayy
never had sh-t, that’s why i splurge
humble n-gga, so quick in these streets
catch you loafin’, six-two hit your car, make it swerve
can’t never go by what you heard
if i ain’t see it myself, i ain’t vouchin’
n-gga broke in these streets, i can really put you on, come cop you some chеap-ass ounces
when i up this b-tch, they crouchin’
mad-ass ‘cat, this ho grouchy, mmm
rockin’ this b-tch from thе south to bay
i done hit a speed bump, this ho bouncin’
for the two, i could throw you a four
you the guys, i’ll throw you a five
my face card valid, you just in disguise
one question, then you gettin’ declined
finessin’, i’m takin’ ’em down, down
like if he’ll take four, he’ll go for the three
runnin’ this b-tch like it’s track and field
still up in the mud with some exotic cleats
no basic, i like exotic freaks
‘fore i was rappin’ on the beat, i was wrappin’ a p
four-oh fifty-round glock 23
and this b-tch got a switch, so it won’t skip a beat
whole time, he wasn’t rockin’ with me
‘fore i rock with a n-gga, i’ll rock him to sleep
honest with the b-tch, but you’re flodgin’ to me
still with the same n-ggas that started with me
ain’t ’bout money, why you botherin’ me?
drac’ bite a n-gga ass, you look starvin’ to me
no plays-ass n-ggas too sorry to me
should’ve kept that song, sh-t garbage to me
ayy, every time, i pop it
you ain’t f-ck with us, n-gga, stop it
can’t go get your gun when you come out the club
’cause my n-gga done already done bopped it
ayy, stay on point, won’t go for sh-t, never movin’ sloppy
ayy, money stuffed in my britches, fallin’ out of my pocket
know every time, i gotta pop it, ayy

- mteezy

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