Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop Ya Collar, artist - San Quinn. Album song The Best of #1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Record label: IMG
Song language: English
Pop Ya Collar |
Uh-huh; |
barbecue or mildew, hhhoe? |
Ssshit heh |
My fetti has a first name — it’s E-A-R-L |
About my mail, ssshit! |
Nigga you know I’m up in this motherfucker, on a good one! |
Fffuck yes! |
You know what I mean? |
It’s like a, a Y-2-Yea thing y’know? |
(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie) |
We pop our collars; |
please believe that playboy (like this here) |
My moves is swift, I’m stiff with mine |
Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime |
It’s time to shine, to strike my pose |
Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH) |
I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance |
To let me see the ass while they backup dance |
I glance and breeze — if the body is true |
I’m off and on to part two (part TWO) |
Now I done scanned at the club (what else?) |
I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?) |
And all the niggas that didn’t respond to me (what else?) |
I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?) |
With one hand in the baseball glove |
Hella throwaways — and dangerous subs |
For my protection and my protection only |
This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony? |
Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice |
About my money this loot is real, plus I’m dipped in ice |
I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause I made a mill' |
So if you see me please believe, cause I’m yo' potnah still |
(Pop ya collar!) It’s all from the wrist |
(Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish. |
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leavin 'em curious |
Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious. |
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parkin lot pimpin! |
One of my niggas yell (HOLD ME DOWN) while I was pissin |
Is that young 40 y’all? |
Drunk as fuck and about to fall? |
Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite |
Baby bright light but not my type |
But if she want tonight, she come with dollars |
She either holler, or pop a nigga collar |
I’m fresh up out that Coupe de Ville |
Four times gold on my vogue wheels |
Big sunroof with the insides ill |
Gotta give it to the boy he got skills |
Made a mill'. |
uh-huh, HOE BEATCH! |
(Pop ya collar!) I done stepped on in |
(Pop ya collar!) Now can I come up? |
All these freaks hang out at the dump |
Me and my dogs got this party on pump |
All the hoes look like they wanna hump |
I’m bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt |
On a mizznission about that cut |
Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut |
Ticked, pucked, ?? |
?? |
was loc’d |
Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck |
Lick, at night, E-Feezy ain’t no punk |
Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk |
40 ounce bizznottle, til I tr-uh-Trump |
Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump |
Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump |
Ya underdig? |
Yeah just |
Y’know just tug on your lil' shirt |
Pull it a lil' bit |
That’s what we do out this way. |
twice! |
Dipped in ice. |
Where? |
Made a mill' |
I’m still yo' potnah |
Uh-huh. |
Northstar |
Yeah. |
dipped in ice. |
Where this at? |
You made a WHAT? |
Uh-huh. |
I’m still yo' potnah nigga |
(Pop ya collar!) Homeboy |
(Pop ya collar!) |