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letra de gatti (tyga demo) - pop smoke

[intro: pop smoke]
(axl)
uh, tired of these n-ggas cappin’ (tired of these n-ggas cappin’)
(traphousemob)
n-ggas runnin’ their jewels (n-ggas runnin’ their jewels)
okay, okay
(this is a melo beat)

[chorus: pop smoke]
my b-tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby)
woo (haha, yeah)
let me see some
okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay

[verse 2: pop smoke]
look, you cannot say pop and forget the smoke (yeah)
i’m from the floss where n-ggas tote (ooh)
they couldn’t be crips, so they turned folks (bah)
drivin’ through the ‘ville, droppin’ the cho (brrt)
i gotta laugh ’cause these n-ggas jokes (haha)
dread like, “who these n-ggas?” (who thеse n-ggas?)
“i don’t know” (i don’t know)
but i’m on go (woo)
and i’m in that bugatti, movin’ two hundred (bah)
givin’ pumps, like, “who shot ya?” (grr)
mе and trey, that’s four choppers (woo)
man down (woo)
all you see is helicopters (grr)
paramedics pick him up
they gon’ send him to the doctor (get that n-gga)
i’m in the hood like an engine, revvin’ (trey, get that n-gga)
my checks is clearin’ (woo, woo)
your checks is pending (woo, woo)
and i got a couple gangsters, let me know (it’s a fact)
if you want smoke (if you want smoke)
’cause, boy, i can send ’em (boy, i can send ’em)
and i got a bad b-tch, ass up (hahaha)
face down (face down)
yeah, she love doggystyle (uh-huh)
and she got a louis bag (yeah)
that hold the extendo (woo, woo)
okay, okay (okay, okay)
okay, okay
[chorus: pop smoke]
my b-tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby)
woo (haha, yeah)
let me see some
okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay
my b-tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby)
woo (haha, yeah)
let me see some
okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay

[verse 2: tyga]
when you hide b-tches make time
bugatti on the facetime
hittin’ b-tches with the same line (uh)
ha, f-cking b-tches at the same team
billie jean, the kid ain’t mine
n-ggas wanna know the low-down
f-cked her on the low, now you know now
next move be the best move
diamonds on the chest, same tooth with a two-five-karat ring too
ask who the hottest, n-gga, ain’t you
pop-up shop, with the smoke too
when the five works, n-ggas don’t move
gettin’ every dollar that i’m owed too (uh, nig’)
[chorus: pop smoke, tyga]
my b-tch go loco (loco, haha; okay, ah)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby; b-tch)
woo (haha, yeah)
let me see some
okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay
my b-tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby)
woo (haha, yeah)
let me see some
okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay

- pop smoke

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