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lirik lagu poppin’ grease – bluebucksclan

[verse 1]
hoes tellin’ me i changed, i ain’t the same me (same me)
leave the club, the baddest b*tch sayin’, “take me” (take me)
finna f*ck these n*ggas up like i’m tay keith (tay keith)
makin’ n*ggas go home, n*ggas roger lame (go home, roger)
n*ggas hoes, i could tell you got your mama ways (got your mama way)
i’m a skinny n*gga, flex like i’m luke cage
bucks clan got more blues than the [?] [0:18]
big bags, playin’ madden, f*ck a shootin’ game
finna treat this b*tch face like the [?] [0:22]
b*tches f*ck the first night, ain’t no talkin’ stage (talkin’ stage)
you ain’t cash out on that foreign, boy, your mama paid (you lyin’)
we them n*ggas, yeah, we known for talkin’ reckless (talkin’ reckless)
yeah, we known for havin’ b*tches in our section (on my mama)
she from the city, but that ass came from texas (god d*mn)
she want my baby, yeah, she ridin’ me aggressive (yeah, aggressive)
i’m that n*gga, girl, don’t miss out on your blessing (said don’t miss it)
b*tches goin’ all through my phone, who you textin’? (who you textin’?)
i just got her whole body done, i’m invested (i’m invested)
she gave me that weak*ass head, could’ve kept it (that sh*t trash)

[verse 2]
ah, she suck me through my draws, got me rock steady
drippin’ off my b*lls, got my glock ready
b*tch ain’t got no ass, but she top*heavy (top*heavy)
comin’ stupid through my [path?] [?] [0:56] like i’m knott’s berry (uh)
i don’t cop reggie (no), pockets pot belly (what else?)
made that b*tch count on me like i’m god, daddy (pops)
i need tips in my drill, i am not nelly (nah)
take your n*gga take these shots like he diabetic (ah)
[verse 3]
pullin’ up in big foreigns, ain’t no box chevy (no chevy)
i be makin’ b*tches leave when she’s not ready (i’m not ready)
she keep askin’ if i care, i said, “not really” (not really)
quarterbackin’ in the field, make sure my line ready (yeah, we ready)
[might warn her?] [?] [1:14], there ain’t a b*tch that i need though (don’t need her)
she ain’t gettin’ d*ck, but she swallow seeds though
bad b*tches blowin’ up my phone, i let it ring though (let it ring)
and they’re comin’ in with rj on san pedro

[verse 4]
quarantine, still blowin’ bands for no reason (for no reason)
i just set the passing record, had a great season (great season)
told her if she f*ck up one time, then i’m leavin’ (yeah, i’m gone)
if i can’t shoot this last thousand, i can’t break even (h*ll no)
bad b*tches blowin’ up my line, my sh*t ringin’ (godd*mn)
ballin’ on these n*ggas like i play for new england (play for new england)
said he got a whole [point left?] [?] [1:40], i’m like, “bring it” (yeah, bring it)
stomp a n*gga hard in this sh*t, now he’s screamin’ (n*gga’s weird)

[verse 5]
b*tch look good ’til her ankles, she got bad feet (bear claws)
and her n*gga take d*ck like he raz*b (pause)
he flew them chickens to the a like a zaxby’s
she brought her n*gga, she gon’ weigh, free max b (woo)
he put a cape on for that b*tch and got knocked out (knocked out)
i’ll put a tape around my grip, n*gga, watch out (watch out)
i’m just loadin’ up these blowers like a washhouse (woo)
beat your n*gga ’til he snorin’ like he wocked out
[verse 6]
b*tch said she don’t suck d*ck, yeah, i walked out (say no more)
your head stupid like a dropout (like a dropout)
cost a dollar, n*gga, i just pull the guap out (guap out)
you n*ggas all my kids, now i’m finna ground one (finna ground one)
my b*tch like b*tches, look, bae, i found one (look, bae)
pick one and pound one, make me a proud one (yeah)
jump out my bed, i still drip with a towel on
b*tch, you got legs, run it up while i count up
long [rival/rifle ?] [?] [2:21] enemies
pull up with paper, we poppin’ grease (grease)
long [rival/rifle ?] [?] [2:28] enemies
pull up with paper, we poppin’ grease, uh

- bluebucksclan

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