Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Popped up Twice, artist - 50/50 TwinDate of issue: 15.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Popped up Twice |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin' |
| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |
| Pull the bitch at the bus stop, I’m cuttin' |
| My friends jump in, the rims start rubbin' |
| Bangin' the trunk make the ass sit low |
| Twang to the left 'cause I see a pot hole |
| You know I had to open up the suicide doors |
| I’m up hoes when I’m parked then let the trunk close |
| Money big rig, got infinite dough |
| I’m feelin' back though that there with some 'dro |
| Dry with my ink, up and sets out the roof |
| Runnin' red lights and the slap behind me did too |
| Fans buy fly, shit know I got it |
| You’re avenue there? |
| I can get it poppin' |
| Take your bitch inside if you love that ho |
| She gonna wanna jump down with me and get go |
| Stacks on deck when a real nigga seen |
| I can make it rain while the sunshoo' beams |
| That spot in the door got it gone with the beam |
| You done bumped in the money, well you bumped into me |
| Rumor goin' round that I hooked up with Ron |
| Boy stay tuned I’m a show you what I done |
| Talk about button-button up for the winter |
| You don’t know why I eat a wing dinner |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin' |
| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin' |
| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |
| I’m not a rapper just a daily gettin' good money |
| MTV ask me how I’m livin', really good homie (look at me dog) |
| I used to have a job waitin' but they ain’t paid me shit |
| Before I hit the road with music plus the bangers biz |
| Don’t like to talk a lot just keep my business on the low |
| If you ain’t hustlin' for your paper what you hustlin' for? |
| Stop trickin' with them bitches, start stackin' get them bitches |
| Throw 26's on them bitches call them 'pendages |
| I’m popped up, lookin' great, haters hate my C’s |
| Might be bathin' ape, chrome 38 for you slimy snakes, bake a cake |
| Bring it back, I lose grounds I’m a bring it back my pocket straight |
| H-Town where nigga stay, but all 50 states where a nigga lay |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin' |
| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin' |
| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |
| Cream soda, home chromies what I’m tippin' |
| Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I’m grippin' |
| Cream soda, home chromies what I’m tippin' |
| Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I’m grippin' |
| (I feel I break this light off) |
| Topped up, I’m stackin' mine |
| Rock the rock and it’s my time |
| You ever see I’m to get money crunk |
| And I ask that money from the underground |
| Ass low, ass k, boy no we some penetrate |
| Far from the club on 20 years dub |
| Chuck the deuce, 'cause I love to hate it |
| Bop the boppin' I’ll tip the crawlin' |
| Left the club then I hit the Harlem |
| Check the wrist for the yellow diamonds |
| The question is how hard we ballin'? |
| Top down no sunroof, diamonds on my every tooth |
| Think you got a cop car, superstar luck |
| So really I ain’t trippin' on nothin' fool |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin' |
| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin' |
| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |