Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poppin' My Collar, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Date of issue: 25.04.2016
Song language: English
Poppin' My Collar |
| Now every since I can remember I been poppin' my collar |
| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar |
| Every since I can remember I been working these hoes |
| And they better put my money in my hand |
| I know you sicker than sick-ahh when you see the rims flick-ahh |
| The paint drip off, ice in my rangs glitt-ahh |
| I straight flippa the cheese like pancake-ahh |
| Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand break-ahh |
| Project Pat-ahh attracted to dime pieces |
| I’m dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth |
| I’m out here makin' sense, plus, I’m out here makin' dollars |
| I keep a bad broad, dawg, and a popped collar |
| Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar |
| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar |
| Ever since I could remember I been working these hoes |
| And they better put my money in my hand |
| Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery |
| A lot of dudes swear they playin', man they some fakery |
| Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site |
| And believe I’m gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight |
| I’m tryin' to get paid however money is made |
| A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid |
| But me, I ain’t no pimp, I just love to borrow |
| Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, for real |
| Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Triece |
| Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin' weed |
| Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain’t came yet |
| Thats why I stay in a girl ear, to keep that pussy wet |
| So I could get paid and relax in the shade |
| And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin |
| It’s never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up |
| If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up |
| Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar |
| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar |
| Every since I could remember I been working these hoes |
| And they better put my money in my hand |
| She’s just another ho that I met in the hood |
| I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good |
| She might as well go on head and suck on my wood |
| And let me whisper something in her ear if I could |
| I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good |
| That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood |
| Ain’t havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut |
| You know I’m actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug |
| You better get out there and get my money in the woods |
| I’mma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug |
| You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what |
| These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub |
| FREAK BITCH! |
| Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar |
| Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar |
| Every since I could remember I been working these hoes |
| And they better put my money in my hand |