| Now I am fresh out of bail
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| harder flyer than a muthafuck
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| I dont do the ??
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| Sumthin like a rubber nut
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| Sumthin like a hustler
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| Got it runin through my blood
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| You aint bout dat money
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| Well honey I dont give a fuck
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| trynna ball wit a hoodie on Cost about a stack
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| Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash
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| My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat
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| He put it on me good
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| and I throw it right back
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| Im a Playa
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| Ima pimp
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| I’ll stick ya up for ya cheedar
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| And all ya chips
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| Gimme da keys
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| I want da Juice
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| Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too
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| Dey see Im doin me Dey see Im gettin paid
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| I still be in da hood
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| Repersentin for da Days
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| Mercedes wanna hate
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| Try to stomp em Ima Fake
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| O its all in da game
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| But im still gettin cake
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| If you a G Lemme see
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| You aint gotta pay for da dinner
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| Its on me Lets get it poppin shawty
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| Lets get it poppin shawty
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| I get it poppin shawty
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| Lets get it poppin shawty
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| We got da cash (Flossin')
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| Buy out da bars (Ballin')
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| Drop da tops out da celing
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| You see da stars (Uh)
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| We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
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| I get it poppin shawty (Uh)
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| We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
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| We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
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| Now what bitch dont want me (Who)
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| Young rich G (Ballin')
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| Gun beneath da seat
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| Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin')
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| Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul)
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| Lambergini drop
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| Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em)
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| Easy Just loosen up da bra strap
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| Make em feel sexy
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| Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing’s missin)
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| And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little
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| And den you let da V do da horseplay
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| Turn da city streets to a horse race
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| Burn rubber (Vroom)
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| And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe)
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| And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully)
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| So if you want me come and get me Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)
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| Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea)
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| I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)
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| I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA)
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| I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat)
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| You wanna ride wit a G Now bout to get it poppin
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| If you ready for us Startin wit dem shoppin sprees
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| Im givin honts so dey know it Who said love dont cost a thing
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| Im from da city where da chicks are thick
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| Blingin on dey neck and wrist
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| And niggas poppin bottles
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| While da ladies rock dey hips
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| You get to know me and i’ll teach you somethin
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| To go from lil money flossin
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| To doin super stuntin
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| Im always griindin so Im gettin money
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| Stick wit me and you’ll go far
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| Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen
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| You say dat you a G Well nigga let me see
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| I’ll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be I got a sassy mouth
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| And yea I’m from da south
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| And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out
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| I’m best dressed no doubt
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| Lets go it aint no thang
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| Princess im da chick
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| And dont forget my name
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| And this here wont change
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| You betta sho respect
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| Or we’ll really get it poppin
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| Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It Poppin' , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп