letra de pop one - tokin
[chorus]
rude-ass n-gga better pop one
i don’t even know, i bought all of ’em
it’s his birthday, so we tryna pop some
it’s his b-tch in the back tryna top some
up in the gle inside hot sauce
she took a swing to my head, top golf
if you talkin’ too d-mn crazy, get you knocked off
i broke her back in, guess it’s my fault
this sh-t get ridiculous
i get mad at the government
i shoot sh-t with my other hand
send shots out the cullinan
[refrain]
i don’t really think i got too many friends
at the end, keep your circle small like cheerio
you say i stole your sh-t, who really know?
i spent four whole summers up at [?] grove
made hеr flip, 6-1-9, rey mysterio
she can do tricks on thе d-ck, that’s really rogue
i got some songs i ain’t drop with maaly raw
[?] make me go do an ollie, bruh
[chorus]
rude-ass n-gga better pop one
i don’t even know, i bought all of ’em
it’s his birthday, so we tryna pop some
it’s his b-tch in the back tryna top some
up in the gle inside hot sauce
she took a swing to my head, top golf
if you talkin’ too d-mn crazy, get you knocked off
i broke her back in, guess it’s my fault
this sh-t get ridiculous
i get mad at the government
i shoot sh-t with my other hand
send shots out the cullinan
[verse]
you ain’t never had too many bands
i ain’t never [?] flip a pack
i done wait ’til the end, turn it to the max
and this b-tch, she upset with me, hit me back
i don’t know y’all n-ggas, for sure
and i put that right on my bro
g5 put me on the ropes
i cannot miss no shows
[chorus]
rude-ass n-gga better pop one
i don’t even know, i bought all of ’em
it’s his birthday, so we tryna pop some
it’s his b-tch in the back tryna top some
up in the gle inside hot sauce
she took a swing to my head, top golf
if you talkin’ too d-mn crazy, get you knocked off
i broke her back in, guess it’s my fault
this sh-t get ridiculous
i get mad at the government
i shoot sh-t with my other hand
send shots out the cullinan
[refrain]
i don’t really think i got too many friends
at the end, keep your circle small like cheerio
you say i stole your sh-t, who really know?
i spent four whole summers up at [?] grove
made her flip, 6-1-9, rey mysterio
she can do tricks on the d-ck, that’s really rogue
i got some songs i ain’t drop with maaly raw
[?] make me go do an ollie, bruh
[outro]
like—
sh-t
sh-t, sh-t, uh, sh-t
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