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mack ben widdit - popping shit (feat. hbk johndoe) lyrics

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big sticks n+gga
we been big lit
quarter brick b+tch
i started with the mid

chicken talking gotten a n+gga popping sh+t
phone ringin
got a n+gga pockets big
big sticks n+gga

we been big lit
quarter brick b+tch
i started with the mid
chicken talking gotten a n+gga popping sh+t

phone ringin
got a n+gga pockets big
fo just hit my phone
say he got a six

i just ran up ten
tried to put on all my friends
but they didn’t believe it
now they see it

they want in
way too late
and i got too much cake
to play this game again

i’m on another level
they can’t touch this sh+t
no n+gga never
they say bruh you special

don’t give it your all b+tch
give it extra
i go extra whеn you play with me
and mine you know it’s pressurе

i won’t let up
let’s play ketchup
mustard heard that i’m a stepper
we gone swerve boy
hit that curb boy

that’s my word boy marcus houston
how i served boy
teedy he a fool with the tool
i watched him work boy

before you taking me
i’m taking you now
don’t get hurt boy
big sticks n+gga

we been big lit
big sticks n+gga
we been big lit
quarter brick b+tch i started with the mid

chicken talking gotten a n+gga popping sh+t
phone ringin got a n+gga pockets big
we trap trap trap
we drug rich

ready get the condo wit a code on it
so you gotta get buzzed in
and i won’t front ya cause i don’t lend
ain’t no lil boy

i’ma a grown man
all you hear is (clapping)
ohh daddy
on the only fans

beat the sh+t up
then i do my dance
tryna get near her cervix
whenever i hit

when i don’t have no service
she might call
i won’t get it
everyday be our birthday

let’s party let’s get it
we need more bottles more b+tches
and my life is super explicit
we just might take off

we got them birds boy (yeah)
yo ass better be up in the house
don’t get caught up on that curb boy
i don’t know if they told you bout them bullets

but they hurt boy
you see this stick i aim
and pull it (pull it)
i do my own dirt boy

we hit tysons i get to blessing ho’s
like i’m a church boy
made my own wave
and i ain’t have no clothes

but i could surf boy
big sticks n+gga
we been big lit
big sticks n+gga

we been big lit
quarter brick b+tch i started with the mid
chicken talking gotten a n+gga popping sh+t
phone ringin
got a n+gga pockets big

- mack ben widdit lyrics

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