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letra de pop again - weedsfck

[intro]
i popped that sh-t, now i’m tryna pop again (again, again)
told bro, “chill,” but he tryna spin again (yeah, yeah)
(i popped that tab) popped that tab, can’t even feel my skin

[verse 1]
i’m off x, b-tch, i can’t land (it’s very hard)
truck too fast, d-mn near banned
he talk tough, now he on cam (he don’t play)
bro got stick like it’s from nam (pow-pow)
i popped that sh-t, now i’m tryna get rich (money-money)
wh0re lil’ baby, i be flexin’ for this sh-t (wait, what?)
ran a couple bands, dipped it (in and out!)
perc 10, zip of runtz — yeah, i mixed it (mixed it)
amiris — need it (fashion)
he want glocks, i’m needin’ two (needin’, tu-tu-tu)
just spilled red all over seats, now i’m heated, huh

[chorus]
(popped) i popped that sh-t, now i’m tryna pop again (again, again)
told bro, “chill,” but he tryna spin again (yeah, yeah)
(i popped that tab) popped that tab, can’t еven feel my skin (ya-ya)
(this bae want love) this baе want love, but i’m locked in for the win (i’m winner)
(popped) i popped that sh-t, now i’m tryna pop again (again, again)
told bro, “chill,” but he tryna spin again (yeah, yeah)
(i popped that tab) popped that tab, can’t even feel my skin (ya-ya)
(this bae want love) this bae want love, but i’m locked in for the win (i’m winner)
[verse 2]
i don’t care ’bout none
trying to explain (sk-r-r-t)
she don’t understand
this baby wanna see (what?)
she movin’ into rap
ain’t no talk, we just go blow (slurp-slurp)
bro on x, he move too slow (slow, slow)
too geeked up, can’t feel my toe
told that ho, “you do or go” (f-ck you)
truck so fast, it missed the toll, y’all
i want drip, i don’t do coats (designer)
balmain jeans, no basic clothes

[chorus]
(popped) i popped that sh-t, now i’m tryna pop again (again, again)
told bro, “chill,” but he tryna spin again (yeah, yeah)
(i popped that tab) popped that tab, can’t even feel my skin (ya-ya)
(this bae want love) this bae want love, but i’m locked in for the win (i’m winner)
(popped) i popped that sh-t, now i’m tryna pop again (again, again)
told bro, “chill,” but he tryna spin again (yeah, yeah)
(i popped that tab) popped that tab, can’t even feel my skin (ya-ya)
(this bae want love) this bae want love, but i’m locked in for the win (i’m winner)

[verse 3]
glock got beam, (no miss) not for show (not for show)
chrome on belt, (chrome hearts) not for snow
she pop two, said, “let’s just float”
i pop back, now i can’t fold (no, no)
still got pain i don’t post
still got bro who do the most
still got pain i don’t post
still got bro who do the most
still got packs in the back of the ghost (this is scary)
[outro]
ain’t no flex — that’s real-life toast
yeah, yeah, yeah

- weedsfck

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