| This ain’t something for the radio
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| This ain’t something for the radio
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| This is for the niggas like me that’s lettin' the 3−80 go
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| With the model chick that love to act a felatio
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| Bullet to your body, I know the exact ratio
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| Come from the soul like pasta noose and macyo
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| Plug 1, plug 2, plug 3
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| Rip slow, 1 slug, 2 slug, 3
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| On the block, drug 1, drug 2, drug 3
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| Epitome at heart, balls in delivery
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| It’s hard to the day niggas is giving me the god
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| And if Satan waitin'
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| I try to kill him, no debatin' hatin'
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| I’m on all like my niggas elevatin'
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| Kinda fascinatin'
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| You down bitch? |
| Or you in the cell masturbatin'?
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| Soul assassination, either you get it or you don’t get it
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| Either you will or you won’t, with the smell smoke ghost lit it
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| If it’s a lockout, we gon hop out
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| We don’t pop shit, we make shit pop out
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| If it’s a lockout, we gon hop out
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| We don’t pop shit, we make shit pop out
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| Nustso, schizo, go for the gusto
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| Bounce when it blitz though, house of the rich though
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| I didn’t wanna die from the balls of the pistol
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| Lie, keep a nigga brain fired like Crisco
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| Niggas wanna shine like the ball at the disco
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| Want that money long like a headline of frisco
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| It’s not the young boys or the OG’s that get you
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| Yea a bullet might, but a missile won’t miss you
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| D block on me but we went and enlist you
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| We all ball but we wanna assist you
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| I don’t ref but got stripes and I’m official
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| Never been got but my nigga I get you
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| If it’s a lockout, we gon hop out
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| We don’t pop shit, we make shit pop out
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| If it’s a lockout, we gon hop out
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| We don’t pop shit, we make shit pop out
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| Money coming and going fast but the weed burn slow
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| Other niggas will die but their seeds gon grow
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| Yea I move H, you kept the G from the dough
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| I will lay a nigga down with the 4
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| Or any caliber gun that’s in my hands
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| Defend my land and defend my mans
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| I ain’t the judge but recommend you stand
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| Cuz I’m your honor when they move guns and grams
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| If it’s a lockout, we gon hop out
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| We don’t pop shit, we make shit pop out
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| If it’s a lockout, we gon hop out
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| We don’t pop shit, we make shit pop out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop Out , by - Styles P. Song from the album The World's Most Hardest MC Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп