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ice spice - popa (remix) lyrics

[intro: anuel aa & ice spice]
la aa
uh, uh
real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón?
uh, uh
anuel
brr
uh, uh, uh, uh
¿ah?
(stop playin’ with ’em, riot)
(mera, dime, ice spice)

[chorus: ice spice & anuel aa]
came up out the hood, yeah, i got super lit (grrah)
diamonds keep on dancin’, got a stupid wrist (grrah)
he ain’t f+ckin’ on me, he got a stupid b+tch (stupid b+tch)
and he left that b+tch ’cause i’m a cooler b+tch (cooler b+tch)
b+tch, she ain’t no player, this a cooler b+tch (cooler b+tch)
just me on the plane and the stewardess
all this f+ckin’ breesh, what to do with it? (ah)
munchin’ on that popa like it’s food in it (la aa)

[verse 1: anuel aa & ice spice]
100 millone’ en el banco, en los tiroteo’ no me tranco
bajan to’ los patrone’ y hacemo’ una reunión de narco’
los pillo en los concierto’ y le’ entro a bofetá’ como franco
mandamo’ en toa’ las prisione’, low, las usp y los campo’
estuve en la penitenciaría y sobornamo’ al guardia (sobornamo’ al guardia)
conducta indisciplinaria, ejecutamo’ y metemo’ el iphone por la yarda
de monte hatillo hasta erwin, te metemo’ sesenta en la boca, eighty erving (brr)
te vacío el tambor de setenta y sigo sacando peine’ de la birkin, brr
te prendo el terminator, 27 rojo sector (grrah, 27)
te bajamo’ el finger como gladiator (uh)
si chimi no fuese cantante, ya estuviese muerto (brr)
no creo en nombre’, como el tuerto (que en paz descanse pacho)
desde que elías white leon le metió las bofetá’ a héctor (¡jaja!), brr
[chorus: ice spice]
b+tch, she ain’t no player, this a cooler b+tch (cooler b+tch)
just me on the plane and the stewardess (stewardess)
all this f+ckin’ breesh, what to do with it? (like)
munchin’ on that popa like it’s food in it (like)

[verse 2: ice spice]
and i feed him good ’cause he a eater (he a eater)
and he beat that cat, call up peta (like)
when he goin’ slow, tell him, “speed up” (uh+huh)
diamonds on my neck like i’m anema’
i ain’t anema’ (like), got that heater (grrah)
bad b+tches, i’m your leader (leader)
mad b+tches wanna be her (like)
b+tches can’t see me for nothin’ like sia (grrah)

[chorus: ice spice]
came up out the hood, yeah, i got super lit (super lit)
diamonds keep on dancin’, got a stupid wrist (stupid wrist)
he ain’t f+ckin’ on me, he got a stupid b+tch (stupid b+tch)
and he left that b+tch ’cause i’m a cooler b+tch (cooler b+tch)
b+tch, she ain’t no player, this a cooler b+tch (cooler b+tch)
just me on the plane and the stewardess (stewardess)
all this f+ckin’ breesh, what to do with it? (do with it)
munchin’ on that popa like it’s food in it (food in it)
[outro: ice spice]
grrah
uh, uh
uh, uh
uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh
she a stupid b+tch

- ice spice lyrics

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