| Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick
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| Ron Ron do that shit
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| Beat Boy taught me
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| Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous
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| Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick
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| Pull off in the drop, I’m tryna drop shit
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| You poppin' it, now you moving cautious
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| Come on nigga, we ain’t toting little stock clips
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| Thirties and up 'cause all my niggas like them chopsticks
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| We pourin' them fours 'cause we addicted to the swamp piss
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| We getting this money and we ain’t worried 'bout no opps bitch
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| Maybelline, no my niggas don’t do play with lean
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| Get your ass beat up and robbed for tryna play with me
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| Don’t play with me, man you know that pistol stay with me
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| Exclusive finna get purp up in the Faygo Creme
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| Free The Ruler, I ain’t never been no loser nigga
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| Pimp pimp pimp, I got your bitch up in the room with trigger
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| Free The Ruler, I ain’t never been no loser nigga
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| Pimp pimp pimp, I got your bitch up in the room with trigger
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| Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous
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| Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick
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| Pull off in the drop, I’m tryna drop shit
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| You poppin' it, now you moving cautious
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| You poppin' it
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| No peace treaty 'round my way, no I ain’t squashin' shit
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| If it’s on sight then when I catch you ho I’m dropping shit
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| Talking shit, nigga that’s that shit that get your block hit
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| Know that you ain’t really 'bout that nonsense so stop it
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| On molly, it don’t matter what scenario
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| Know I’m faded off the dope 'cause my eyes very low
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| That bitch fuckin' everybody, she do varials
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| Beating up her walls like a new stereo
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| Oh shit, loud pack smokin'
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| People think I’m crazy, I blow cookies in the open
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| I’m wavy like the ocean, lil bitch you might drown
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| Sit back and just watch how this shit go down
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| Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous
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| Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick
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| Pull off in the drop, I’m tryna drop shit
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| You poppin' it, now you moving cautious
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| 'Gees got the zippers, hundred pack flipper
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| She want to fuck the man, baby girl I’m that nigga
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| Don’t choose her, don’t pick her, to the curb I’ma kick her
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| Bro got the blicka, he roll up like a swisher
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| Shoot and won’t miss you, I fuck and dismiss her
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| She a stupid bitch, you the type of nigga kiss her
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| You be popping shit, bitches get to topping shit
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| I see it then I want it then I grab it and I’m copping it
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| Prepare for the consequence if you plan on robbing me
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| AR with extended clips will separate your body piece
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| Percocet, I’m nauseous, in the trap I’m cautious
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| Diamonds drippin' on my neck, it’s running like a faucet
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| Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous
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| Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick
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| Pull off in the drop, I’m tryna drop shit
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| You poppin' it, now you moving cautious
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| Break them bricks down and then we wrappin' shit
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| We on some trappin' shit, you rappin' it but cappin' it
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| I’m sippin' on that shit that’s in your cabinets
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| I do you bad, we not the same, my niggas savages
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| Your bitch gon' call my phone, she know I’m havin' shit
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| That pussy real right, you know I’m stabbin' shit
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| If it’s money in them plans we gon' establish it
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| Why you hatin' on my niggas, 'cause we cashin' shit
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| I’ma take a nigga bitch, finna blow her back out
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| I’ma send her back to you, she had my dick all in her mouth
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| I fuck bitches off of clout, you pillow talk and run your mouth
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| I’ma send her back to you, she had my dick all in her mouth
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| Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous
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| Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick
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| Pull off in the drop, I’m tryna drop shit
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| You poppin' it, now you moving cautious
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it
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| You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it
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| The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poppin It , by - SHORELINE MAFIA. Song from the album ShorelineDoThatShit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп