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clipse - popular demand (popeyes) lyrics

[hook: pharrell]
mami you miss me, don’t you?
haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
heh, you should call me uncle
i understand, i’m back by popular demand
that new cl fly
outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries
yeah, come holla at your uncle
i understand, i’m back by popular demand

[verse 1: pusha t]
you are now listening to the all-time phenomenal
used to bag work in va at the econo lo’
now i’m laying out at the delano though
but don’t get it twisted, the uzi’s in the lining though
hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though
such a scary thing to hear the soul sing “geronimo!”
pull up in the cl, the sh-t’s astronomical
hoes lining up on the curb, they fall like dominoes
used to have this white b-tch, she looked like madonna though
heard that she f-cking lebron, but sh-t, i don’t know
like that, bron-bron? i had that long time ago
b-tt-naked on the balcony at the dolla-no
i mean the delano, i mean, pharrell’ll know
the head shop b-tch from d.c, ay p, let ’em know!
(yeah that b-tch was hot n-gga) yeah, yeah, but it was time to go
them hoes come in “eenie, meenie, minie-mo”
yuugh! mami you miss me, don’t you?

[verse 2: cam’ron]
why wouldn’t i be? look at shorty (dammmn!)
uh, mami good down to the cuticles, “i’m cammm
what’s your name, beautiful?” like (mannn)
i could get used to you
woulda (rannn) if you knew what i used to do
but call me uncle, yeah uncle cam
i tax ’em (like who?) like uncle sam
from the jungle, fam, where n-ggas bundle grams
fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble
(annnd) the gat on the belt on the hip
(annnd) i keep it pharrell with the clipse
drive a hard bargain (bargain)
i’m harlem’s only gar-gar-gin, car foreign
the other man stood-stood stutter-fied
i know your moms well, tell your mother “hi”
i’m the other guy that got your mother high
c0ke like a caterpillar, i make b-tter fly, i

[verse 3: malice]
godd-mn, the boy’s back
from pushing a mountain of sno-caps to avoiding the kojak
the pioneer of the c0ke rap
i’m dancing with the stars, stepping on blow, doing the toe-tap
the dope return like i had it on lojack
it made its way home like a road map, i fathered this
if i misled any kid that’s fatherless
that burden’s on my soul as long i exist
generation lost, they saying they can’t reach us
the answer is the lord like sat-rday night fever
i kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper
whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper
way deeper than rap, money and hoes, it’s deeper than that
fight the temptation but it keep coming back
money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
who knew them commas meant you could lose your common sense?
before it’s too late, all i can tell ’em is “repent,” ugh

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