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pop it - 21 savage & latto lyrics

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[intro: 21 savage]
yeah, ye*yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
woah (coupe)

[chorus: 21 savage]
pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
pop it (pop), pop it, pop it (pop), pop it
pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it

[verse 1: 21 savage]
in the hood with my shirt off (21)
and i got my glock hangin’ out (21)
eastside n*gga, i’ma bang it out (p*ssy)
twenty superchargers when we sw*ngin’ out (rrr)
listenin’ to the opps, you bet’ not play it loud (b*tch)
21, 4l, prrt, spray the crowd (b*tch)
pick a l quarter ticket, bling blaow (b*tch)
playin’ with her kitty cat, meow (yeah)
nine figure money, tall like yao ming
i turn your parkin’ lot into a crime scene (on god)
i gave that girl a perc ’cause she like tryin’ things (on god)
wipe his nose, leave a n*gga shirt lime green (straight up)
ayy, i bought that girl a shop ’cause her skin clean (yeah)
talk to me nice, baby, don’t be mean (don’t be mean)
go to sleep with me and wake up in a dream (21, 21)
walk you in hermès and get you everything (everything)
a b*tch that i ain’t goin’, i ain’t never seen (where she at?)
ten bodies or less, you a f*ckin’ queen (and it’s fat)
if it’s less than nine, condoms ain’t a thing (that’s a fact)
and if it’s less than eight, you get a f*ckin’ ring (straight up)
[chorus: 21 savage]
pop it, pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (21)
pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (pop)
pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (pop)
pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (pop), pop it (pop)

[post*chorus: 21 savage & latto]
you broke, stop it (p*ssy), the hoes watchin’ (p*ssy)
million dollar car (21), million dollar watches (21)
real n*ggas hustle (21), b*tch n*ggas gossip (21)
i’m up nine figures (21; oh, you wanna see me pop it?)
i show you how to pop it (21; i got you)

[verse 2: latto]
pop it like a rubber band
frying pan, soda can
thick as f*ck, built like i dance
f*ckin’ on this british man
crib look like the buckingham
ass be shakin’ like it’s jelly, but this g*lock never jam (d*mn)
pull them panties to the side, like a caravan (skrrt)
i ain’t even get to shave, he don’t give a d*mn (ugh)
i go g5 when i fly, maybach when i land (yoom)
i walk in a wifey and walk out like the boogie man (ah)
buy a birk’, i squirt, buy a car, i cream (car, i cream)
but he can’t pay me nothin’ to let him cheat in peace (cheat in peace)
i told him that i’m mixed, but not with f*ckin’ green (f*ckin’ green)
he spend more than an m, then that’s a f*ckin’ king
[chorus: 21 savage & latto]
pop it, pop it (pop it), pop it (pop it), pop it (pop it)
pop it (pop it), pop it (pop it), pop it (pop it), pop it (pop it)
pop it (uh), pop it (uh), pop it (uh), pop it (uh)
pop it (uh), pop it (uh), pop it, pop it (pop it)

[post*chorus: latto]
you broke, clock it (clock it), your n*gga watchin’ (yoom)
million dollar whips (skrrt), million dollar watches
real b*tches hustle (uh*huh), weak b*tches gossip (ugh)
my crib, seven figures (on god), i show you how to pop it (pop it)

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