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letra de pop my shit - rude rich quan

[intro]
d-mn kz turn that hoe up
yuh hahaha
i’m finna pop my sh-t
yeah that way haha
had to switch it up
why you come anyway?
i don’t know.. f-ck

[verse 1]
poppin’ my sh-t, hot grease (hot grease)
she say i’m a dog i agree (hoo)
i used to be broke no bread
now i got a little bit of bread uh
that lil b-tch thought i was stupid (uh-uh)
[?]
make her send a text, come through (come through)
i fell in love with a bad b-tch
she fell in love with a savage (ahhh)
she love it rough when we smashin’
so tk be stuck in the shoe bar
so keep it concealed don’t lift box
made 7 bands off of 2 bricks
did that sh-t yeah in like 2 minutes
got a n-gga feeling like houdini (houdini)
leave a n-gga stankin’ likе who did it (who did it?)
sergeant ted don’t know sh-t
so mе and quay both been rollin’ (rollin)
we hit the streets yeah road runnin’ uh
they hate to see a young n-gga comin’ (cap)
pretty little lady on the right of me (right of me)
move out the way got the right of way (woo)
scored a touchdown on the four-way (okay)
im going north today (beeep)
they say quan he broke
[?]… is a joke
i got the benz they hate yuh
and if i go to jail today, i bet i make bail today
wherever i go the south go (hol’ up)
she walked away i give her south paw (south paw)
some pretty lil momma from prayville (prayville)
she drive me craaazy… uh huh
i ain’t making no more babies
[break]
uh uh
and the feds keep watching uh-uh
won’t leave us alone uh-uh
feel like chopper on the run from the martians
and they running in our home uh
so ima tell em we gone yeah
in another state homes yeah
smoking blunts of the strong yeah
just made a couple perc off this pill
got a n-gga gone on a whole ‘nother deal (huh)
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it (uh-uh)
we getting high as religion
walked 3 miles and did it yuh

[verse 2]
used to be a good child, so now i rock out
the son like a rock band
keep some heavy metal in the shovel
no i’m not a rock star
but a star in the rock (yeah)
still see the goal at the top (uh)
somewhere stuntin’, never stop
richard got dropped in the pot
prolly served 3 or 5’s on the block
big bro got the jigga for the low
3 letter got a new pocket on swole
[?]
real ass n-gga no lead in my route
yeah we still making bands in the trap yuh yuh yuh
lemme tell you bout lil hoe
yeah you know she gon’ go ass up face down yeah you know how they go (hoo hoo)
beat it up till she straight then get back to selling dope
tell her i ain’t tryna f-ck no mo’ (hoo)
get out the door, get out the door (who you?)
yuh b-tch get out the door
uh hold on, i’m poppin’ my sh-t yuh
if the gang can’t hit you gotta go, poppin’ my sh-t woo
shoutout to kimbo for keeping it real

- rude rich quan

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