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lil uzi vert – pop lyrics

[intro]
straight bars
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (i’m working on dying)

[verse 1]
got a b#tch, yeah, she look so good
but on the real, she in denial
diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
look like i’m standing in the nile
if you really didn’t get the last line
then your level on the brain of a child
pay attention, better do the right thing
or your p#ssy ass still workin’ at sal’s

[chorus]
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (yeah)
man, she going dumb, she don’t stop
put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
h#llcat faster than your whip, stop
so why would i tell her ’bout the whips that i got?
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (yeah)
man, she going dumb, she don’t stop
put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
h#llcat faster than your whip, stop
so why would i tell her ’bout the whips that i got? (yeah, let’s go)

[verse 2]
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash
i be runnin’ out of gas
every time i go to the mall just to pop the tags
i don’t really count nothin’ at the mall
first time at the mall, copped it all
said, “a hundred thousand,” so i dropped it all
and that wasn’t my whole bankroll
body roll, waist roll, waist roll
make a b#tch do what i say so
waist trained, got a b#tch, taste just like ice cream
read her text, she said, “girl, i scream”
shot a n#gga with a 17
lil uzi, yeah, i’m from the 16
got a million, no christine
neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
lil’ n#gga but i’m doin’ big things
you ain’t ever seen a n#gga this clean
pants cost two k, big jeans
and my shoes cost like sixteen
hunnid, n#gga, that’s just what i bleed
turned a dead n#gga to a blunt of weed
and that last boy taste like reggie
’cause i just lit up philly

[chorus]
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (let’s go)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (let’s go)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (let’s go)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (let’s go, let’s go)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (uh#huh)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (ew)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (yeah)

[verse 3]
multi b#tches
multi, multi, multi, multi, multi#grain on my granola bar
got a multi, multi, bow tie when i rock my dior
multi, multi, multi, multi, multi#million dollar deals (let’s go)
i’ma keep it real, i was runnin’ a marathon when i’m on a body like my name mill (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
i’ma make her kneel, beggin’ on her knees
beggin’ me please, so she can see the deal
i ain’t never lackin’, i ain’t never love her
been alone from little boy so i don’t need your opinion
i been gettin’ money, n#gga, i been gettin’ plenty
i can f#ck a b#tch, make her bounce on a bentley
i was on a perky 30, she was on the henny
wait, she was f#ckin’ you, who? your cousin vinny?
that boy rat, he mouse, she minnie
f#ckin’ that b#tch, and she call it business
no, this is not no avianne, not talkin’ ’bout jimmy
k!ll these n#ggas everyday like they kenny
if you want money, back crawford like cindy
and if you want more, then you better get near me
i flex on my haters, pull up to a .50
yo’ b#tch on my d#ck and her breath smellin’ minty
i went to the store and got me some vetements
pradas and balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
i spend it all on that lil’ b#tch
balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
i’m movin’, i’m drippin’, got sauce and i’m swaggin’
’cause it easy with your b#tch on me, no, you can’t kiss me

[chorus]
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga make your b#tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n#gga that your b#tch wanna top (yeah)

[outro]
pop, pop
i’m working on dying
drop, drop
what the f#ck?

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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