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lirik lagu poppin shit – tec

[intro]
i’m in my drum mode like bree (i got fever)
let that b*tch breathe, you know how we do that sh*t
my ring’s way more than you, lil’ ass n*ggas (steady doing this sh*t, n*gga)
you know what it is, b*tch (just put the twenty on some jays)
hmm
i ain’t sh*t, believe it
b*tch just like my daddy, ha
yeah, really steppin’, check my status, yeah (pressure, yeah, yeah*yeah)
i’ll forever apply pressure, woah, yeah, yeah (woah)
say, say

[verse]
don’t let the hundreds touch the twenty’s when i stack it (facts)
test the pressure, drive it, sell when i’m in traffic (skrrt*skrrt)
trap phone, so the feds never track it (brrt*brrt)
trackhawk when i be dropping off the package (skrrt*skrrt)
b*tch, i ran up them blues, got it cracking (yeah)
some big bullets, every gun we shoot automatic (blrrrd, brrt)
yeah, that’s that, that’s that grrah, we got lows, we got ‘za (we got ’za)
got a loose screw from chicago, he ’bout hoppin’ off the car (come here)
your lil’ b*tch up on my c*ck, she kiss my neck, smell baccarat (‘carat)
f*ck the brave, f*ck the swat, they tryna wipe us off the block (f*ck ’em)
pull off their j drop, this b*tch the same color as dog food
when a n*gga to supply the trenches, go to prison, then we all lose (then we all lose)
[bridge]
hmm, getting the money, f*ck, what y’all’s move? (it’s over)
yeah, i’m getting money, tell me, what y’all’s move? (let’s go)
how i’m getting money, tell me, what y’all’s move?
i’m just getting money, tell me, what y’all’s move?

[verse 2]
got a opp’ b*tch, bang that nation (nation)
put an opp’ n*gga in rotation (b*tch)
hope the opps ain’t got no neighbors, sprayed up the whole block, go read the paper, b*tch (boom)
she told me to take a to*go plate of that p*ssy, she think i’m saving it (she think i’m saving it)
glad that ho ain’t psychic, can’t see the future like that raven, b*tch (that’s so raven)
money pouring in, i bathe in it
forever stunt with cash money like i’m with baby and ‘nem
top ramen take a headshot, it ain’t no grazin’ him
i’ve been buying cd’s, i got saving for my babies now (for my babies now)
wrist costs a mercedes benz (benz)
b*tch bought me an eighty inch (inch) television, never watched that b*tch (at all)
sit back, let me pop my sh*t
louis vuitton addict
got your baby daddy studying this drip that i be strutting in (he can’t do like that)
like a school shirt, they chain, they tuck it in (woah)
when they come around that nation, can’t dappers, we don’t f*ck with them (f*ck ’em)
i’ve been in my duffing, say i fell off, i just touched a m (huh?)
made this sh*t from nothin’, b*tches pointing, say it’s up with him (it’s over)
[outro]
yeah, that lil’ luwop, they can’t f*ck with him (no)
feel like david ruffin, f*ck a group, call me when it’s up again (on zo)
i don’t even wanna talk ’til that money right, b*tch, you hear me? (don’t call me ’til you up)
i’m worth like eighty m’s, on some solo sh*t, look (look)

- tec

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