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pop smoke – already done lyrics

[intro]
(yoz, what you tellin’ me?)

[chorus: pop smoke]
look, you know i love her tiger (rrr)
she got the buns, i admire (hol’ on)
i’m ’bout to buy that b+tch a car
i’m ’bout to send rd the wire (wait)
you know i love her tiger (wife)
i skrrt on her ass like a tire (skrrt)
she like, “papi, you on fire” (ayy)
she like, “papi, you on fire” (woo)
[post+chorus: pop smoke]
.44 barkin’ (ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (huh)
i do a drill in a suit (huh), then i change my attire (look)
she throw her ass back, in a quick sec’
change her clothes and then make a snapchat
then she go talk about it on her facebook
i’m like, “baby, i thought we was past that”

[verse: mike dee & pop smoke]
we’re f+cking past that
r.i.p. to my dog
he passed me the torch
and i’m sendin’ it off with a cutback
she gets sticky with me, i don’t rap+cap
call them rookies, they shoot off your snapback
only baddies allowed in my section
they know the objection, don’t put me on snapchat
woozy b+tch on my d+ck tryna’ slap that
and she throwin’ it up
i put a hunnid thousand on my hand
running through more green than some cleats
feature with me gon’ cost a couple bands
bet you that track do 50 in a week
she actin’ innocent in front of her man
but shawty a show+off underneath the sheets
and now she verified up on the ‘gram
but n+ggas been verified up in the streets
nice in the hood, grew up to no good
took a day, now i cop, but i hold my tongue
and i just made 400k in a day
bought a watch and a chain
f+ck it momma’ i’m dumb
‘cause the ice look good, when i hold my gun
rollin’ dice in the hood, how i hold my funds
put the pipes to your hood, i don’t fool with my drums
n+ggas know me in the industry and know me in the slums
talk about pop, and we hit him up, passing my youngin’ the sitchy to get him
look, tell him: “don’t miss him” (woo)
clip him (woo), flip him (woo), listen (rrr)
if i throw a shot i ain’t missing
he lackin’, he buggin’
like jeremi’s gon’ lift him (woo)
lift him (woo), clip him (woo), flip him (woo), listen (woo)
[chorus: pop smoke]
look, you know i love her tiger (rrr)
she got the buns, i admire (hol’ on)
i’m ’bout to buy that b+tch a car
i’m ’bout to send rd the wire (wait)
you know i love her tiger (wife)
i skrrt on her ass like a tire (skrrt)
she like, “papi, you on fire” (ayy)
she like, “papi, you on fire” (woo)

[post+chorus: pop smoke]
.44 barkin’ (ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (huh)
i do a drill in a suit (huh), then i change my attire (look)
she throw her ass back, in a quick sec’
change her clothes and then make a snapchat
then she go talk about it on her facebook
i’m like, “baby, i thought we was past that”

- pop smoke lyrics

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