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dj tay b. - pop yo shit (feat. mani jaee & tay bandz) lyrics

whoa
whoa
you’re in the mix with the one and only
mr taytookyagirl

bad b+tch pop yo sh+t
real n+gga pop yo sh+t
look at the ice on my wrist, all of these diamonds they hit
these n+ggahs ain’t bout sh+t
he ain’t talking bout sh+t
strapped in this b+tch with them macs and them rugers
don’t get us p+ssed off

bad b+tch pop yo sh+t (pop yo sh+t yea yea yea)
real n+ggah talk yo sh+t (talk yo sh+t)
my n+ggahs a hit some
my b+tch she official

when i walk in the door they gone stare
so you know i gotta pop my sh+t
disco ball on my wrist
young n+gga ask how i got it i told em to run it up
my team on my back
and i put in work just to make sure n0body can f+ck with us
i’m talking my sh+t
and for n+ggas who hatin just lay down cuz n+gga it’s up with us
b+tch i’m a kick it for all of them nights i was broke
in the crib tryna make a lil come up
flex on a b+tch with a b+tch that i met on the gram
and she bout it i dare you to run up
and not to mention she flexible
before i bless her, i make sure she edible
then when she blessing me lord it’s incredible
that’s not my b+tch tho if we being technical
tryna cop me a matte black 4 door
foreign with the forgiato’s sittin on 4 4’s
cuz got the pressure coming to me for the low tho
wrap or wood either way i’m a blow tho
tryna cop me a matte black 4 door
foreign with the forgiato’s sittin on 4 4’s
cuz got the pressure coming to me for the low tho
wrap or wood either way i’m a blow tho
haha b+tch
hmm
bad b+tch pop yo sh+t (pop yo sh+t yea yea yea)
real n+ggah talk yo sh+t (real n+gga talk yo sh+t)
my n+ggas a hit some (for mee)
my b+tch she official

uhh
my n+ggas a hit sum (they gon hit sum)
my b+tch she official (she so bad bad bad)
my n+ggas a hit sum
blu money maf
hold up hold up
all my b+tches pop they sh+t
all of em bad dena b+tch
you don’t want no smoke in this b+tch
all of my n+ggas be strapped
we snuck in this b+tch with them sticks
book a young n+gga
i pop my sh+t
shut up lol b+tch yeen talm bout sh+t
cartier wrist
cost a lil money when you drip like this
this
s/o to freddie
now young n+ggas eatin
they eyes on a kid and i know they believe me
i took off on n+ggas
i know that they see me
compete with no n+gga so how you gone beat me?
b+tch i’m that n+gga so watch you treat me
watch how you talk to a n+gga
nah i can’t stop for them n+ggas
and my b+tch bad she gone rock for a n+gga
rock rock rock
bad b+tch pop yo sh+t ahh (pop yo sh+t yea yea yea)
real n+ggah talk yo sh+t ahh (real n+gga talk yo sh+t ah)
my n+ggahs a hit some (for me)
my b+tch she official

uhh my b+tch she official
blu money mafia aye
pop yo sh+t yea yea yea

- dj tay b lyrics

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