| Black kush reefer, smoking on Cali boy
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| I’m a west side nigga like Danny Boy
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| Flip a brick, sell a brick, cup a brick house
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| Fuck a trick, keep my dick in yo bitch mouth
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| Pull up boy, ridin Shawty, keep it real pimpin
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| Zone 3, these streets, I am still in em
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| Ridin jean Denim, Polo jean Denim
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| Win or broke, spreader leans, I am up in er
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| I’m a whack spinner, I’m a jack tinter
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| In this bitch you fuckin boy, hit her last winter
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| Ball crap dinners, I’m a lap winner
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| Cookin dope, sellin dope, get yo ass in er
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| (Hook)
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| I got cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some
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| Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some
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| We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some
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| All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some
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| They know I’m poppin for some
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| She know I’m poppin for some
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| He know I’m poppin for some
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| They know I’m poppin for some
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| Part like watch out bro, you 2 lyin
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| Blood nigga, get out the booth flyin
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| Can’t even wear all these looks no more
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| Where it happens all I might shoot straight
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| Got a foreign bitch, coppers on me
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| Parker fly me, don’t no crib
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| Count cab fair to get slow with
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| Kick this shit with even broke lips
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| Like hold up, hold up, hold up
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| I mean brother smoking my reefer
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| In the hood, servin that franky
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| Smoking on a long blunt of that Keisha
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| If I was rappin when I was in school coulda probably fucked my teacher
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| Now my name poppin like Krisko
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| I’m Hustle Gang with my rich girl
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| (Bridge)
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| Rollie got them hamer diamonds, can’t tell my wrist
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| I’m a real nigga, been seen with one and I’m too legit
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| I replace soldiers, don’t chase soldiers like fuck that bitch
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| Wear 2 chains but know Ludacris and I’ve been preppin like know the deal
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| (Hook)
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| Cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some
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| Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some
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| We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some
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| All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some
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| They know I’m poppin for some
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| She know I’m poppin for some
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| He know I’m poppin for some
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| They know I’m poppin for some
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| Grip weed and not a chopper
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| Yo bitch is a Compton monster
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| I bang that pussy like a raw drum and she up and down like stopping on me
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| No doubt about it, she throwin that
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| That medicinal, I’m blowin that
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| I got signed to 17 years old
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| I said fuck school, I ain’t goin back
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| See Dro, it’s my nigga
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| Don’t make us go gorillas
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| Man I swear to God these niggas flawed
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| Everything white gold, that silver man
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| We treat Mary Jane like strippers
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| We just pour them shots of Tequila
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| And they know we poppin for a reason man
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| ‘Cause this Hustle Gang, we up in here
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| (Hook)
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| Cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some
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| Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some
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| We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some
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| All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some
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| They know I’m poppin for some
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| She know I’m poppin for some
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| He know I’m poppin for some
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| They know I’m poppin for some |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poppin For Some , by - Hustle Gang. Song from the album Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп