| Murda Town 39th, nigga
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| You want smoke, I’ll get right with ya
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| All my guns filled with cop killers
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| I’m still alive, my opps not killers (Opps not killers)
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| Okay, you a killer and I’m a killer (Hey)
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| But my knife bigger
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| Shoot up your party, I’m a night ender
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| Thought you was hangin' with killers
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| Now you got mice with you
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| Black you out, you need ice with ya
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| Catch a flight 'cause life’s bigger
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| What you think?
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| Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on
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| Let that sink
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| Fuck around with me, I’ll close your eyes for good, you’ll never blink (Never
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| blink)
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| Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Yeah), bitch, we out here poppin' shit
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| First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit)
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| Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich)
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| If I have to, understand I’ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
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| Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
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| Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
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| Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
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| Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh)
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| Couple niggas tried to play (Okay)
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| Eighth grade, first gun was a .38
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| I ain’t with that jumpin' shit (Shit), no way
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| Had the strap in the Jansport if a nigga ass tried to play, yeah
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| Turn his block to a waterpark
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| What you know? |
| We slidin' on that shit like it’s a waterpark
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| My bitch got that super soaker, I’m fuckin' on a waterfall
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| I’m fuckin' on a waterfall
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| These niggas Instagram chatty (Chatty)
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| If you niggas killers, why the fuck you still ain’t whack me? |
| (Whack me?)
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| Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne)
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| These niggas too green, I might start robbin' rappers
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| Shooters up in Canada, I’m fucking with them Raptors
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| The way I’m shooting shit, could’ve been the number one draft pick (Draft)
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| My son playing basketball, I hope that he get drafted (Yeah)
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| Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit (Ooh)
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| First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit)
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| Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich)
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| If I have to, understand I’ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
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| Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
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| Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
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| Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
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| Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh, yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poppin Shit , by - SahBabii. Song from the album Barnacles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп