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letra de poppin' my collar (remix) - three 6 mafia

(feat. dmx, project pat)

[chorus: repeat 2x]
now every since i could remember i been poppin my collar
poppin poppin my collar, poppin poppin my collar
every since i could remember i been working this hoes
and they betta put my money in my hand

[project pat]
i know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims thicker
the paint dripper, the ice in my range glitter
i straight strip her, the cheese like pancake-ah
rollin’ for cheese like the leaves in my handbreak-ah
project pat ah tracting dime pieces-ah
dirty south-ah, french braid, gold teeth-ah
i’m out here making sense cause i’m out here making dollars
i keep a fast bro dawg and i pop collars

[crunchy black]
she’s just another hoe that i met in the hood
i told her i was crunchy black and it was all good
she might as well go on head and suck on my wood
and let me whisper something in her ear if i could

[chorus]

[dmx]
yeah yeah gettin my country on what! x4
yeah this how we do aight?
i don’t pop collars, i pop n-gg-z in the collar
pop n-gg-z ’til they holla, pop n-gg-z for that dollar
pop now he can’t swallow, won’t be no more bitin
with a n-gg- gold gone, there gonna be no more fightin
missed it n-gg-? i eat life, i sh-t death
get down and go hard ’til ain’t sh-t left
break n-gg-z pockets, rake n-gg-z pockets
y’all n-gg-z know the deal, make n-gg-z stop it
anything get said about dawg, get said behind dawg back
cause y’all know how the dawg act
light to the dawg without hittin a switch
got ’em screamin sound like i’m hittin a b-tch, aight?!?

[chorus]

[dj paul]
now when it comes to getting bread i got the keys to the bakery
a lot of dudes swear they play man they some fake-ry
let me catch a girl up out some work and in my sight
and believe i’m gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
i’m tryin to get paid however money is made
alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
but me i ain’t no pimp, i just love to borrow
paper from a fat b-tch, a ugly b-tch, a model fa real

[juicy j]
well you know me by the juice man hangin out with big trees
standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
trying to get a paycheck, but work force ain’t came yet
thats why i stay in a girl ear to keep that p-ssy wet

[chorus]

- three 6 mafia

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