| Now every since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
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| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
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| Every since I can remember I been working these hoes
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| And they better put my money in my hand
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| I know you sicker than sick-ahh when you see the rims flick-ahh
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| The paint drip off, ice in my rangs glitt-ahh
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| I straight flippa the cheese like pancake-ahh
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| Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand break-ahh
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| Project Pat-ahh attracted to dime pieces
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| I’m dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth
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| I’m out here makin' sense, plus, I’m out here makin' dollars
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| I keep a bad broad, dawg, and a popped collar
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| Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar
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| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
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| Ever since I could remember I been working these hoes
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| And they better put my money in my hand
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| Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
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| A lot of dudes swear they playin', man they some fakery
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| Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site
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| And believe I’m gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
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| I’m tryin' to get paid however money is made
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| A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
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| But me, I ain’t no pimp, I just love to borrow
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| Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, for real
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| Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Triece
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| Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin' weed
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| Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain’t came yet
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| Thats why I stay in a girl ear, to keep that pussy wet
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| So I could get paid and relax in the shade
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| And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin
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| It’s never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up
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| If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up
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| Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar
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| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
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| Every since I could remember I been working these hoes
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| And they better put my money in my hand
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| She’s just another ho that I met in the hood
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| I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
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| She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
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| And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
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| I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good
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| That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
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| Ain’t havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut
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| You know I’m actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug
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| You better get out there and get my money in the woods
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| I’mma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
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| You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
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| These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub
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| FREAK BITCH!
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| Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar
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| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
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| Every since I could remember I been working these hoes
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| And they better put my money in my hand |