Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poppin Grease, artist - BlueBucksClanDate of issue: 01.07.2020
Song language: English
Poppin Grease |
| I’m a skinny nigga, flex like I’m Luke Cage |
| Bucks Clan got more blues than the Duke game (Duke game) |
| Big bags, playin' Madden, fuck a shootin' game |
| Finna treat this bitch face like the shooting range (Shooting range) |
| Bitches fuck 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 niggas, yeah, we known for talkin' reckless (Talkin' reckless) |
| Yeah, we known for havin' bitches in our section (On my mama) |
| She from the city, but that ass came from Texas (God damn) |
| She want my baby, yeah, she ridin' me aggressive (Yeah, aggressive) |
| I’m that nigga, girl, don’t miss out on your blessing (Said don’t miss it) |
| Bitches goin' all through my phone, who you textin'? |
| (Who you textin'?) |
| I just got her whole body done, I’m investin' (I'm investin') |
| She gave me that weak-ass head, could’ve kept it (That shit trash) |
| Ayy, suck me through my drawers, got me rock steady (Ayy) |
| Drippin' off my balls, got my Glock ready (Ayy) |
| Bitch ain’t got no ass, but she top-heavy (Top-heavy) |
| Talkin' stupid through my pad like I’m Knott’s Berry (Uh) |
| I don’t cop reggie (No), pockets potbelly (What else?) |
| Made that bitch count on me like I’m God-daddy (Pops) |
| I need tips in my drill, I am not Nelly (No) |
| Take your nigga take these shots like he diabetic (Ah) |
| Pullin' up in big foreigns, ain’t no box Chevy (No Chevy) |
| I be makin' bitches leave when she 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 want her, but ain’t a bitch that I need, though (Don't need her) |
| She ain’t gettin' dick, but she swallow seeds, though (Swallow kids) |
| Bad bitches blowin' up my phone, I let it ring, though (Let it ring) |
| In the Cullinan with RJ on San Pedro |
| 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 fuck up one time, then I’m leavin' (Yeah, I’m gone) |
| If I can’t shoot this last thousand, I can’t break even (Hell no) |
| Bad bitches blowin' up my line, my shit ringin' (God damn) |
| Ballin' on these niggas like I play for New England (Play for New England) |
| Said he got a whole pint left, I’m like, «Bring it» (Yeah, bring it) |
| Stomp a nigga all in his shit, now he screamin' (Niggas weird) |
| Bitch look good 'til her ankles, she got bad feet (Bear claws) |
| And her nigga take dick like he Raz-B (Pause) |
| He flew them chickens to the A like a Zaxby’s |
| She brought her nigga, she gon' wave, Free Max B (Woo) |
| He put a cape on for that bitch and got knocked out (Knocked out) |
| I put a tape around my grip, nigga, watch out (Watch out) |
| I’m just loadin' up these blowers like a washhouse (Woo) |
| Beat your nigga 'til he snorin' like he Wocked out |
| Bitch said she don’t suck dick, yeah, I walked out (Say no more) |
| Yeah, her head stupid like a dropout (Like a dropout) |
| Cost a dollar, nigga, I just pull the guap out (Guap out) |
| Niggas all my kids now, I’m finna ground one (Finna ground one) |
| My bitch like bitches, 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 |
| Bitch, you got legs, run it up while I count up |
| Long rifle, .223, two enemies |
| Pull up with paper, we poppin' grease (Grease) |
| Long rifle, .223, two enemies |
| Pull up with paper, we poppin' grease, uh |