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letra de pop my shit - tatsei

[intro]
spin on my opps, f-ck
yeah, yeah
what?
take two guns

[chorus]
spin on my opps wit’ sixty guns, it’s time to pop my sh-t (pop my sh-t)
forty grand on my f-ckin’ drum, look how i rock this sh-t (grrah)
balenci’ boots straight out the f-ckin’ room, i got different options (options)
b-tterfly doors on my whip, i drive that hot sh-t (skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps

[verse]
you got a death wish uh
c-ckin’ back my smith & wesson uh
paint an opp, he learned his lesson uh
keep it classy, shoot his chest in, yeah, uh
shoot up the hood wit’ my best-man (best-man)
dorekishi turn sh-t wreckless (dorekishi, yeah, what?)
don’t stop ’til a n-gga headless, how it is, n-gga we legends
& i can’t stop it uh
beefin’ wit’ opps my addiction bruh
love the blood drops on the cement yeah
takin’ n-ggas drugs got n-ggas feinin’ yeah uh
i ain’t have time to warm-up
sh-t i ain’t have time to warm-up
but i’m that n-gga, i don’t even need to f-ckin’ warm-up
poppin’ my sh-t, i got my demons, yeah we poppin’ sh-t
rocked this sh-t, just did a show, yeah we rocked that sh-t yeah
i rule the f-ckin’ world, bought my b-tch diamonds & pearls (yeah)
got two different glocks, named them after both my girls (tia & tamera)
[chorus]
spin on my opps wit’ sixty guns, it’s time to pop my sh-t (pop my sh-t)
forty grand on my f-ckin’ drum, look how i rock this sh-t (grrah)
balenci’ boots straight out the f-ckin’ room, i got different options (options)
b-tterfly doors on my whip, i drive that hot sh-t (skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps

[verse]
just cruised down the city in a f-ckin’ tank (f-ckin’ tank)
shoot a n-gga to get out the f-ckin’ way (f-ckin’ way)
ten-thousand dollar steak on my f-ckin’ plate (f-ckin’ plate)
shot a b-tch face wit’ my sweet children, just like green day (yeah!)
i can’t see his face, i was in a blood rage (green day)
do a n-gga like kurt cobain, wit’ my twelve guage
blew his f-ckin’ brain, oh my god, yeah he not okay (yeah, he not okay)
studded on my watch, dorekishi, yeah my clock stay gleamin’
studded out my thot, she so freaky, p-ssy nice & squeaky
studded out my pot, smokin’ diamonds, just to flex the greenies
& i studded out my c-ck, got a piercin’, sh-t had yo’ momma screamin’
[chorus]
spin on my opps wit’ sixty guns, it’s time to pop my sh-t (pop my sh-t)
forty grand on my f-ckin’ drum, look how i rock this sh-t (grrah)
balenci’ boots straight out the f-ckin’ room, i got different options (options)
b-tterfly doors on my whip, i drive that hot sh-t (skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps
i spray my opps
spray my opps

- tatsei

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