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jay spice - poppin shots! lyrics

i don’t owe nothing
to anybody
just pray to god
i don’t catch any bodies
n+ggas saying that shooting’s their favorite hobby
and they only commitment is for a homi
i ain’t talking hilfiger
but i keep a tommy
glide like clyde
in the front seat
i keep a bonnie
and i’m traumatized
from not having money
n+gga on this side
it ain’t always sunny

either you popping shots
or you get to running
ain’t no in between
pop a double g
pour promethazine
fiending for codeine
she want ecstasy
i said let me see
what you got for me
yeah i’m h+lla green
its just in my genes
feelin like im bean
i just want to win
and my head a globe
they way it always spin
once i stack an m
i’m gon get the benz
used to feel so played
now i get the 10’s
but these b+tches fake
they just want amends
till these n+ggas break
we don’t even bend
you can blow tomorrow
it just all depends
if you want the model
better make the bands
put the gear in throttle
don’t just only stand
if you ain’t devoted
you can’t keep it ten
toes down
trying to raise up
not go down
these crackers square
like hoedowns
and they used to hate
but they know now
i’m living life fast
while they slow down
i’m beating them even off ‘dros now
thing about life
it just go round
you know the whole deal
we need more pounds
everyday smoking my lows down
just like 21 (years)
got the flow down
i’m that n+gga if
you asking my pr+nouns
how i’m popping
ain’t even make no sound?
you can call me ‘mime’
but ain’t no clown
smoking me
ounces
ounces
ounces
ounces
when we get the crew back
pushing my b+ttons
you making me mad now my n+gga
i suggest you don’t do that
remember the crackers
from high school
who thought they was funny
they see me say ‘who’s that?’
my gang full of mobsters
we been popping smoke
you woulda thought
we brought the woo back

i don’t owe nothing
to anybody
just pray to god
i don’t catch any bodies
n+ggas saying that shooting’s their favorite hobby
and they only commitment is for a homi
i ain’t talking hilfiger
but i keep a tommy
glide like clyde and in the front seat
i keep a bonnie
and i’m traumatized
from not having money
n+gga on this side
it ain’t always sunny

- jay spice lyrics

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