| Them niggas already know where we from
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| And who we with
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| Glokk 19 with a big ol drum
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| I’m like how I’m gon miss
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| OD I swear they don’t know bout struggle
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| And what we did
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| Nigga I’d never ever leave my brother
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| By side I stand
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| Same damn posse I ain’t switch up shit
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| Nigga already know how I’m rockin
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| I swing the whole shit
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| I run down nigga pop my glokk
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| But ima pop my shit
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| Thought I’m from atlanta ima pop my shit
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| Ima pop my shit
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| Skinny fat I’m make feel this shit
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| I’m tryna peel me a bitch pop a pill
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| My niggas waitin for appeals and shit
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| These crackers tryan max out a jit
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| Thought I was broke til I brought the racks out on a bitch
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| Go to twistin my fingers stackin and shit
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| I got pc thought I was goin to the gym
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| Population its trial and tribulations to this
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| Fuck racist they want me doin ages in this
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| And I don’t want no patience for it
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| Pop out and get popped down my them jits
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| Now I got blood on my kicks
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| Guitar hero nigga rock out with ya clique
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| We posted up waitin for the blitz
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| Ain’t no new niggas nah ain’t no new niggas
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| We got two dropped off and your whole crew can’t get in
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| I’m ball tall I fall when I flop ima sit
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| Now lil O got the ball and the rock in his hand
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| Its your court nigga ask who
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| Up the road where they thought I was wreckin them
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| And the trooper keep thinkin she’s gon catch the bitch
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| These crackers keep findin out shit cause a snitch
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| I’m from where you get extorted by a jit
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| Them gold slugs talk jibberish
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| Them niggas already know where we from
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| And who we with
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| Glokk 19 with a big ol drum
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| I’m like how I’m gon miss
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| OD I swear they don’t know bout struggle
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| And what we did
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| Nigga I’d never ever leave my brother
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| By side I stand
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| Same damn posse I ain’t switch up shit
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| Nigga already know how I’m rockin
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| I swing the whole shit
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| I run down nigga pop my glokk
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| But ima pop my shit
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| Thought I’m from atlanta ima pop my shit
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| Ima pop my shit
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| You get right get left
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| I cook up no chef
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| Everybody rap bout death
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| But I’m stay skrapped that’s forever
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| Gun on my hip no belt
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| When we step we step
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| When I was doin time you left
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| When I was doin time you left
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| When I was just thuggin my way
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| And goin thru pain and rage
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| Free tay he locked in a cage
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| I wonder who gon ride the wave
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| These niggas be btihces you hoes be lovin these niggas
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| So everybody fake
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| But yeah we skrapped with them glizzys
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| You move wrong we send shots to the face
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| Them niggas already know where we from
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| And who we with
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| Glokk 19 with a big ol drum
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| I’m like how I’m gon miss
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| OD I swear they don’t know bout struggle
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| And what we did
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| Nigga I’d never ever leave my brother
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| By side I stand
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| Same damn posse I ain’t switch up shit
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| Nigga already know how I’m rockin
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| I swing the whole shit
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| I run down nigga pop my glokk
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| But ima pop my shit
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| Thought I’m from atlanta ima pop my shit
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| Ima pop my shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop My Shit , by - 9lokkNine. Song from the album Mind Of Destruction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп