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duece outnow - we pop out lyrics

[chorus]
we pop out, yves saint laurent
we pop out, yves saint laurent, (alexander mcqueen)
she romancing, she wanna do some manish to me
take the top off, we bout to show the city, titties
got the glock out, got the extra clip that’s in reach
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we pop out, yves saint laurent (alexander mcqueen)
she romancing, she wanna do some manish to me

[verse]
i dont pray for angels, i just keep my 40
you need them more than i do for plotting on me
i’m taking risks, f+ck all the chances
remember i was broke, nothing was handed
thought it was a joke, laughing to gasping
everything i touched turned to ashes
went to college drop out them classes
deep in them streets, dodging caskets
young girl she dreamed of a horse and a carriage
now she a wh0re and she tatted
new lifestyle now she rich on them
in this lifetime keep em p+ssed shordey
ain’t no comfort bigger chain cause the rent doubled
all that cheating she didn’t leave you cause that b+tch love you
understood, just cause that sack up, i still gotta jug
i want some more diamonds on me to say burrr
n+ggas be snitching, they all in the jury
n+ggas be b+tches, it ain’t a cure
[chorus]
we pop out, yves saint laurent, (alexander mcqueen)
she romancing, she wanna do some manish to me
take the top off, we bout to show the city (titties)
got the glock out, got the extra clip that’s in reach
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we pop out, yves saint laurent (alexander mcqueen)
she romancing, she wanna do some manish to me

[verse]
i dont pray for angels, i just keep my 40
you need them more than i do for plotting on me
i’m taking risks, f+ck all the chances
remember i was broke, nothing was handed
thought it was a joke, laughing to gasping
watch me circle back on yo ave then
on yo block like ilgauskas
baby these diamonds fountain drip
you ain’t love me when i was down foreal
working hard ain’t got no shift
f+cking so much ain’t got no kids
n+ggas tuff in the summer still a freeze up
told my n+ggas this year the team up
all this x got me bussin, not a drinker
she know what it to is ain’t gotta tell her sh+t
getting to high off these drugs i ain’t thinking clear
investing in too much fake love you’ll never see it
i want millions, in your feelings you just hate believing
i worked for this
[chorus]
we pop out, yves saint laurent, (alexander mcqueen)/
she romancing, she wanna do some manish to me
take the top off, we bout to show the city (titties)
got the glock out, got the extra clip that’s in reach
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we gone f+ck it up (ya ya)
we pop out, yves saint laurent (alexander mcqueen)
she romancing, she wanna do some manish to me

- duece outnow lyrics

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