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pop it - jt lyrics

[intro: ?]
[?] gettin’ saucy in la, and we out here in las vegas
spending money is a habit, if i want it, i’ma have it
spending money is a habit, if i want it, i’ma have it
and i’ma grab it and the song, i’m gonna stab it
yeah, i’m gonna k!ll it, yeah, i’m gonna get lit
i’m gonna bang your head, yeah
are you gonna get it? are you gonna see that i’m out here—

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
it’s lit
i’m the richest n*gga standing in this b*tch (in this b*tch)
throwing ones, one handed in this b*tch, uh (in this b*tch)
p*ssy good, i can’t cancel on no b*tch, uh (what)
ass fat then you won’t camera in this b*tch, uh (double cheese)
turn around, can’t see yo’ face, i ain’t no snitch, uh (i got you, ayy)
plus it’s hot, i need a fan up in this b*tch, yeah (hot, hot)
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gun, i got my blammer in this b*tch, yeah (ayy, ayy, hot, hot)

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
do a split, then she drop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah)
pop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah), pop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah)
how much is gon’ take you just to pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah)
pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah), pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah)

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
give me brain ’til you sick in the head, yeah (ayy, ayy)
on the floor, we won’t f*ck on the bed, yeah (uh*uh)
dig it, dig it (ayy, ayy), ’til it’s dead, yeah (yeah)
uh, chocolate b*tch, i eat it like she red, yeah (like she red)
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
do a split, then she drop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah)
pop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah), pop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah)
how much is gon’ take you just to pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah)
pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah), pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah)

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
you be knowin’ me quite for some time now (now)
when i was a good boy (yeah, yeah), but i’m getting hot now (yeah)
look at me, baby, just look just how i shine now (ayy)
my diamonds from elliot, i never, uh, was john dan’ (no johnny dang, uh*uh)
“uzi, it don’t seem like you tied down” (ayy, hm)
ain’t no shoestrings in these gucci, treat these sh*ts like slides now, uh (uh)
opps, they get hit up everytime we slide down (we slide)
i just be in my head like philly mine now (mine)
i just be in my bed, like, n*gga, calm down, uh (calm down)
when i’m in the club, i need ten rounds (ten rounds)
i went to allure, they went to compound (compound)
all my b*tches bad, is only dimes ’round (dimes ’round)

[chorus: lil uzi vert & jt]
do a split, then she drop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah)
pop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah), pop it in this b*tch, yeah (yeah)
how much is gon’ take you just to pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah)
pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah), pop it on this d*ck, yeah (yeah) (jt)
[verse 4: jt]
b*tches wanna know why that n*gga my type (oh)
rich n*gga, eight figures, that’s that sh*t that i like (okay)
i need a n*gga who gon’ spend it on the first night
i don’t see no broke boys, ooh, i think i lost my sight
b*tches in my business, i’m the topic in this b*tch (why?)
i left and he came back, it’s gettin’ toxic in this b*tch (d*mn)
still an amg, p*ssy made him cop a kick
i can’t go out sad, p*ssy top, p*ssy lit (ah, ah, ah)
who y’all hoes playin’ with? (what?)
hold up, let me double*check
wrist flooded, neck flooded, looking like a walkin’ check (ah, ah, ah)
name a b*tch that did it best
i ain’t seen no b*tch that did it yet (nah)
i be on leers, you be in tears
come get me off this b*tch’s neck

- jt lyrics

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