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letra de pop out - tte monk

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you know a young n-gga connected like a f-ckin’ hotspot

if you got smoke don’t hide your hand cause i ain’t scared to pop out

we leave a p-ssy n-gga fried like we work for popeye

when you look a real n-gga in the eyes he won’t allow you to lie

and when you got some real n-ggas on your team they won’t allow you to die

poppin’ perks and sippin’ on the leanest cause i been traumatized

smoking green while focus on the blues that’s all that been on my mind

you chasin’ hoes out here lookin’ stupid you supposed to been on your grind

you supposed to bеnd on your grind

you gotta get up and shine

my b-tch is pretty and finе

i up this stick behind mine

i’m sippin’ two cups four lines

i’m in this b-tch wit my iron

i feel i’m wasting my time

gotta get up getcha grind

won’t let them leave me behind

free my brother’s out the cell

i know they won’t ever tell

they would help me if i fell

i’m talkin’ to glock through the mail

he know if i could i would pay his f-ckin’ bill

hittin’ streets i’m causin’ h-ll

gotta watch out i could get put up in jail

i might be stuck i don’t got help

i know my pain they never feel

i’m in the streets i take it thea

i’m in the streets not playing fair

this bullet’s sharper than a nail

n-gga how could you go tell

you know a young n-gga connected like a f-ckin’ hotspot

if you got smoke don’t hide your hand cause i ain’t scared to pop out

we leave a p-ssy n-gga fried like we work for popeye

when you look a real n-gga in the eyes he won’t allow you to lie

and when you got some real n-ggas on your team they won’t allow you to die

poppin’ perks sippin’ on that lean cause i been traumatized

smoking green while focus on the blues

that’s all that been on my mind

you chasin’ hoes out here lookin’ stupid

you supposed to be in on your grind

you supposed to be in on your grind

but you out here wastin’ time

i lay it down behind mine

just know it’s straight i got mine

if he play with me he failed

scared to slide on the opps they might end up tellin

i ride with this stick knowin’ that i’m a felon

don’t wanna talk i’m not helen

if he make a diss then you aimin’ for his melon

i know that these n-ggas they be tellin

i’ll have a opp mama talkin’ bout me to the reverend

she know i sent him to heaven

got to teach that boy a lesson

he shot at me and missed so i call that sh-t a blessing

so when we catch him his body stretchin

y’all took a sh-t and havin’ fun

when i catch y’all boy all done

b-tch i promise i’m takin’ a lung

b-tch i promise i’m takin’ his tongue

you know a young n-gga connected like a f-ckin’ hotspot

if you got smoke don’t hide your hand cause i ain’t scared to pop out

we leave a p-ssy n-gga fried like we work for popeye

when you look a real n-gga in the eyes he won’t allow you to lie

and when you got some real n-ggas on your team they won’t allow you to die

poppin’ percs and sippin’ on that leancause i been traumatized

smokin’ green while focus on the blues it’s all that been on my mind

you chasin’ hoes out here looking stupid you supposed to been on your grind

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