letra de pop out - softwilly, yung kage & larrycroft
[intro: john “homelander” gillman]
i don’t make mistakes
i’m not just like the rest of you
i’m stronger, i’m smarter
i’m better, i am better
av with that drip hoe
[hook: xanakin skywok]
do it, do it (bow bow)
do it, do it (bow bow)
marching band this that f-cking drum music
leave em’ with no head, like the sl-t booted
mama said get the bread and f-ck losing
[verse: xanakin skywok]
leave that hoe where the b-tch at
f-ck that b-tch where that clip at
hoe just wanna f-ck now
but her man needs rounds so where’s his crib at
i drive up in an s.r.t. glock gen-three
busting near the window seat
also bust in her face when she slop my jeans
these v.v.s. link with the prada tee
b-tch ass fat like it really was a steak
i shoot n-ggas in they muf-ckin’ face
i bust the dough in his muf-ckin’place
dumb n-gga, come here and and get muf-cking’ stained
four, five extended on em’
glock out extendo on it
you n-ggas rock with a reaper, we putting lead up on em’
i’m talking muf-ckin’ caesar, i got that lettuce on em’
you talking muf-ckin’ cheaper, you got pleather on em.”
[hook: xanakin skywok]
do it, do it (bow bow)
do it, do it (bow bow)
marching band this that f-cking drum music
leave em’ with no head, like the sl-t booted
mama said get the bread and f-ck losing
[verse 2: larrrycroft]
thirty clips, i let em’ rip this tonka truck got dirty doors
f-cking on a b-tch that be sucking f-cking on twenty-four
thousand island dressing and some henny up in my aventador
count my money, dracula he suck the back of my sweaty pores
whip my nascar with the trunk up
she watch spongebob when we f-cked up
bob on my nuts, sponge she suck up
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
[hook: xanakin skywok]
do it, do it (bow bow)
do it, do it (bow bow)
marching band this that f-cking drum music
leave em’ with no head, like the sl-t booted
mama said get the bread and f-ck losing
[verse 3: yung kage]
poppin out the sticks
i got the bunsen burner, crack yo face
bout to get the whip up on yo bish’
she’s eating souls today
bag a dab a pinch, cut a flip a brick
turning half a grand up into a bezo’s taste
that watcha’ da’ clock size of flava flav’s
that dougie dat’ dimsdale dimma-dommed her face
b-tch, this stick gone ride
i hit the dash, big whips we slide
my money dance, thick hips she wide
this tonka fast, we take yo slips
and we out this b-tch
[bridge – from extended version of the song: yung kage]
whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom
whole lotta, vroom, vroom, vroom
trip that, whole lotta chit-chat
front dash, f-ck where yo’ b-tch at?
f-ck that, f-ck where the [?] at?
zip that, [?]
okay, make that money
money, make that money
olé, olé, olé
put that b-tch [?]
whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
whole lotta, whole lotta, yeah, whole lotta, ooh
whole lotta, vroom-vroom
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