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pop smoke - tiger (mike dee demo) lyrics

[intro: pop smoke]
yoz, what you tellin’ me?
look

[chorus: pop smoke]
you know i love a tiger (grr)
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 a 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 gon’ talk about it on her facebook
i’m like, “baby, i thought we was past that”

[verse: mike dee]
we’re f+cking past that
r.i.p. to my dogs, he pass me the torch and i’m setting it off with a clap back
she get sticky with me, i don’t rap cap
call them rookies, they shoot off your snapback
all of these baddies, they loving my section
they know the objection, don’t put me on snapchat
woozy b+tch on my d+ck, trying to slap that
and she throwing it up with a 100,000 on my hand, running through more green than some cleats
feature with me gon’ cost a couple bands, bet you that track 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 lil’ hoe, we was gon’ take a day off, but nah i’mma hold my tongue
and i just made 400k in a day with a watch and a chain, f+ck it, my mom’s dumb
’cause the ice look good when i hold my gun
rollin’ dice in the hood how i hold my funds
put the pole to your head, i don’t fold my thumbs
n+ggas know me in the industry and know me in the slums
talk about pablo, we hit him, i pass to my youngin’, i told him, “go get him”
look, tell him, “don’t miss him”
clip him, flip him
listen, if i’m throwing shots i ain’t missing
he lacking, he bugging like jango lift him
left him, clip him, clip him, flip him
[chorus: pop smoke]
you know i love a tiger (grr)
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 a 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)

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