| Pull up wit' the Glock-y and it hit
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| She gon' suck my cock-y that my dick
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| I’m gon' pop my collar I’m the shit
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| I just want blue hundreds and that’s it
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| Nigga try me, knuck it if you buck it
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| Baby come in she gon' sucky sucky
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| Huh baby used to say I’m lovely
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| Sorry I don’t do the lovey dovey
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| And my cup is kinda muddy
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| And my .30, hold a .30
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| Tried to run up I pop at your buddy
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| I’m at yo head like a fuckin' skully
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| I’m at yo head like a fuckin' mullet
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| Hop in the bed, I bed bug it
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| See me, these chains, you gotta tuck it
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| All of ya’ll gotta die, like John Tucker
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| She see me like «you low down motherfucker»
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| All of that ice I’m an Ice road trucker
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| No I can’t serve you, you undercover
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| Tried to get me, but sorry, I’m smooth as butter
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| I just want blue hundreds and that’s it (dig?)
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| I just went and bought a bag for my bitch (dig?)
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| I don’t mean to brag but I’m poppin' shit (dig?)
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| Poppin' shit, I pop that perky
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| Pop it, Pop it
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| Come back, remix beat down the block in the Vert
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| I’ma pull up chopper hit 'em he hurt
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| Heavy bullets nigga you will get murked
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| All these nigga’s playing, leave him dead on a shirt
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| She tried to send it on the fifteen and first
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| Told the nigga it fifteen for a verse
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| Fifteen minutes and Im back with the work
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| I want your head like a fuckin' nuggy
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| She don’t want you cause you chicken nugget
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| Hold on don’t push me no don’t you nudge me
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| Chopper hit him, know Im gon' bust it
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| All of this ice you know it’s bussin'
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| Hop out the Uber you know its bussin'
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| I don’t know drink if it’s Robitussin
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| Girl don’t you blink I’ma take off runnin'
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| Runnin' off wit' the lean
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| Baby want me when I’m pourin' something
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| Hold on lil' bitch you know it’s nothin'
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| Why you always look like that you up to somethin'
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| Why you look like that you wanna fuck me
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| Hol' on lil' baby you would be so lucky if you get to touch me
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| Come back, remix that shit once again
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| I’ma fuck her and then fuck on her friend
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| Hold on baby I didn’t know you was twins
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| Hold on hoe what you doin wit' the Benz
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| Hol' on baby what you doin' with them
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| I’ma pull up I’ma shoot him and him
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| And shoot him too because he look like they kin
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| Hundred round drum, hundred round clip
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| Hundred round clip, want another round?
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| Hundred round clip, hundred round shoot a nigga hundred times
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| Nigga gun him down
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| Baby come around
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| Why you runnin' the lobby like you runnin' round
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| Suck me up suck me down
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| Pipe it up pipe down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop At Ya Buddy , by - UnoTheActivist. Song from the album Live.Shyne.Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп