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bluebucksclan – city poppin’ lyrics

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
bucksclan, we the ones got the city poppin’ (we the ones)
all these eyes on my baggie, i’m fendi coppin’ (all this fendi)
pourin’ wock’ in lemonade, yeah, we simply droppin’ (droppin’ simplys)
‘member we was on the bus, now we bentley shoppin’ (in a bentley, low the great)
n+ggas beggin’ for this sh+t, “when the album droppin’?”
lame n+ggas payin’ hoes, call ’em alvin johnson (them n+ggas lame)
i just caught a hail mary like i’m calvin johnson (b+tch)
in the wraith with c3, n+gga, we in compton (on rosecrans)

[verse 2: jeeezy]
got a b+tch in inglewood and a b+tch in compton (in compton)
should’ve went to georgia tech, i got plenty options (too many)
really never broke again, b+tch, we really poppin’ (we poppin’)
pullin’ benzes off the lot, n+gga, f+ck an auction (f+ck an auction)
yeah, i’m floyd money may’, we ain’t takin’ losses (h+ll naw)
studio a gas chamber, got me really coughin’
forty pointers on my neck, this a water faucet (splash)
told c3 he good, got him at the slauson (slauson)
[verse 3: king combs]
yeah, took a jet from dc, finna go to boston
and my wrist stone cold like steve austin
wave juice got me splashin’ like a sea dolphin (uh+huh, uh+huh)
and i’m ridin’ in the foreign, yeah, the keys talkin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
new bentley swervin’, yeah, i crashed the bent’
here that other n+gga go with that cap again (what? say what? what?)
got my fist in the air like kaepernick
rich n+gga conversations, talkin’ cash and sh+t (cash)
in the club with the clan throwin’ bags and sh+t
and the money, yeah, i preach it, i practice it (n+gga)

[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj]
anywhere we go, it’s lit like a bonfire (b+tch, it’s lit)
feet bleedin’ like i’m walkin’ ’round on barbed wire (walkin’ ’round on barbed wire)
she want a bean, she gon’ pop it like an old tire (old tire)
she gon’ pay for this x like a phone buyer (like a buyer)
my n+gga xan yellin’, “safe,” like an umpire (safe, safe)
neezy racin’ in the benz, he a drunk driver (n+gga drunk)

[verse 5: jeeezy]
stomp a n+gga ’til his face look like quagmire (quagmire)
all these n+ggas really hoes, mrs. doubtfire (n+ggas hoes)
all the b+tches hit my phone, they wanna text now (they wanna text now)
’cause i’m with diddy son, we on a jet now (we on a jet now)
it’s just us knockin’ b+tches we just met down (we just met ’em)
hittin’ b+tches in new york, i’m a met now (met now)
[verse 6: king combs]
yeah, f+ck it, i might tell pops ’bout a nest now
blue face, all my presidents is dead now
bad boy on the neck, diamonds wet now
heavyweight like i’m wilder, flex now

[verse 7: jeeezy]
you been rappin’ all these years, you a letdown (letdown)
i ain’t tryna hear you talk, put your head down (n+ggas lame)
big california kings when i rest now (big bed)
balenciagas big as f+ck, i can’t step down (godd+mn)

[verse 8: bluebucksclan dj]
walkin’ in, breakin’ necks now (breakin’ necks)
i ain’t doin’ sh+t for free, i need a check now (i need a check)
quarterbackin’, throwin’ bombs, f+ck a checkdown (f+ck a checkdown)
finna pull up on my shirt, i’m finna flex now (yeah, i’m finna flex)
hoes lurkin’ on my page, i’m a mess? how? (how?)
k!llin’ n+ggas first year, i’m the best rook (best n+gga)
i get mad when i play like i’m westbrook (yeah, i’m mad)
i be f+ckin’ on the same hoes as quinn cook (lil’ n+gga)

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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