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ken car$on - pop shit* lyrics

pop sh+t+ lyrics
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[intro]
oh yeah
yeah
(loesoe going crazy)
oh yeah
oh yeah
ayy

[chorus]
bust down watch
bust down ring, yeah
this ain’t plain jane
i got swag, ayy, for days, ayy
yeah, he rocking the same thing (yeah, yeah)
[?] when you say my name
yeah, you talk down, i’m gon’ bang
yeah, you talking down, i’m gon’ shoot
i’ma pull up on you and your gang
i’ma pull up on you and your gang
i’ma pull up rocking all that sh+t
how this n+gga ain’t never ever catch a body, but he call himself john wick? (yeah)
how these n+ggas ain’t never ever catch a body, but they always posted with sticks?
yeah, these n+ggas be posted up with them guns, but they nevеr shot sh+t (yeah)
[verse]
p+ssy boy never poppеd sh+t
p+ssy boy, you not popping
p+ssy boy, need to stop it (yeah)
p+ssy boy, need to stop it
money in my bag, cause i can’t fit it in my wallet
them n+ggas, they smoking [?]
my boys, we smoke exotic
shawty said she wanna keep my kid, but i ain’t ready to be no papi (h+ll nah)
i ain’t tryna f+ck no more, woah, suck me sloppy
i’ma [?] my opps, i ain’t gotta check the score, i know that i got it
i’m in your city right now, and i’m ’bouta do a show, tell me who gon’ stop me? (n0body)
who gon’ stop me? (n0body)
all of these n+ggas be hoes, they ain’t on sh+t (yeah)
n+ggas going out sad, bad, and they said it’s up, all about a b+tch (yeah)
i can’t go out bad, sad, nah
’cause i’m way too up, yeah, i’m way too rich (yeah)
i’m just way, way too lit (yeah)
i just care more about my sh+t (yeah)
i just give a little bit of f+cks (yeah)
and these n+ggas, they don’t give no f+cks (yeah)
that’s why all of they hoes wanna f+ck me
’cause they know my swag contagious like a disease (yeah)
you in her dm, i got this hoe on her knees (yeah)
[?] a b+tch, but that b+tch, she ain’t nun’ to me
yeah, these n+ggas be tripping about these [?]
these n+ggas be tripping
when i was in school, i was skipping (i was skipping)
yeah, i was just chilling (chilling)
yeah, i was just [?]
’cause i knew that sh+t wasn’t for me
i [?] me
now look at me, i’m living my dreams (yeah)
i was just broke as a [?], n+ggas ain’t know they was laughing at me
opium, we like a cult, h+ll yeah [?] little bro wanna be
but he can never ever be, (nah) cause he’s just a him
i was just rocking h&m (yeah)
now rick on my denim (yeah)
and i got them racks stuffed in ’em (yeah)
like lil baby, i’m four pockets full
on my neck and wrist, you see them jewels
shawty [?]
[?] (yeah)
i’m in my bag like some pockys
i’m in the bag like some takis
shawty suck me, yeah, so sloppy
talking ’bout sticks, i got these
talking ’bout bricks, i got these (oh, yeah)
[chorus]
bust down watch
bust down ring, yeah
this ain’t plain jane
i got swag, ayy, for days, ayy
yeah, he rocking the same thing (yeah, yeah)
[?] when you say my name
yeah, you talk down, i’m gon’ bang
yeah, you talking down, i’m gon’ shoot
i’ma put ’em on you and your gang
i’ma pull up on you and your gang
i’ma pull up rocking all that sh+t
how this n+gga ain’t never ever catch a body, but he call himself john wick? (yeah)
how these n+ggas ain’t never ever catch a body, but they always posted with sticks?
yeah, these n+ggas be posted up with them guns, but they never shot sh+t (yeah)

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