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psych ward druggies - pop it for a player (remix) lyrics

[intro]
psych ward druggies
hey yo, what up fonzarelli?
what’s happening, game?
what up, tech nina?
hey yo, bowers! let’s get it!
(positions, please) remix!

[hook: ryan anthony]
when it’s time to hit, i don’t ever miss
first string n-gga, i don’t ever see the bench
they focused on the swish, it’s all in the wrist
i don’t give a puck, i don’t ever slip
pop it for a player! (8x)

[verse 1: e-40]
goodness
little momma over there popping it to the fullest
(what she doing?) over there, cutting up
making her presence felt, got a million-dollar b-tt
double-d cup, silver-dollar nipples
poke out through her bra like two missiles
jaw-dropping, astonishing, legal tender, a winner
i wonder how many drinks it’s gon’ take to get to the center
how many blunts to enter? she surrender and let me smack
doing this one like a lumberjack, penetrate from the back
get my rocks off like i slang crack, lifestyles
ran through a whole pack, off of that cognac
i’m a maniac, my d-ck don’t know how to act
she the cheerleader and i’m the quarterback
i’mma mack and she do whatever i say to her
now let me see you pop it for a player

[hook]

[verse 2: game]

molly? never met her, marijuana better
chick never sweat her, ‘less she got all my time for a
sweater, it’s cold outside, it’s cold outside, pull up a
hard-top phantom, leave them froze outside
versace bomber for whenever wind blows outside
chronic smoking the air, that gr-ss getting mowed outside
i got a canon, yup, i got a cannon
no bullets, like eli, she got that bronco like peyton manning, so it
makes perfect sense when you see us with louis duffels
pitbull on my waist, i can’t stay out of trouble
my name ring bells (bells)
ask kim, ask chanel (ask chanel)
ask keisha, ask mich-lle, my nickname five-star
hotel, presidential suite, p-ssy swell
n-gga sweat, you scared, i can tell
pop shots then hop in that v-12 ‘cuz

[hook]

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
chyeah, i’m a playa, i’m a playa
‘cuz every girl i meet, she end up begging me to spray her
insides, them eyes, opposite of in a prayer
she know my cake is sittin’ higher than the himalayas
yahtzee! popping that poonanny for papi
take my tally and top me, bouncing booty for broccoli?
white b-tch, but she like her men like her coffee?
awfully thick, i got whiskey d-ck, i’m saucy
always ready to jump down on a b-tch, turn
around, i’mma take her down pound on a (b-tch)
we kixin’ it, acting like we don’t see y’all
bring the drama, whatever they ‘gon do (f-ck ’em), we ball
strange music in this b-tch, we going all out
take the b-tches to the crib and get em sprawled out
all the haters and naysayers, k!lling y’all doubt
yes, we got your lady giving all mouth

[hook]

[verse 4: ryan bowers]
straight to the gas, no brakes, got a bad one on my plate
don’t wanna be cuffed up, show no love, just f-ck them in the face
coming through ripping and breaking a b-tch, i’m mvp, you made for the bench
i came up now, but i bet you “pssh”, your girl want that banana split now
okay, okay, druggies in this bi-yatch
slobbing down my d-ck she say she got no gag reflex
back it up, reverse, she rocking my
t-shirt, too many hoes, i’m like the broke justin bieber
straight up, we about to be all paid
i swear, i give miley them wrecking b-lls all day
used to put me on the bench, now it’s all play
went from easy-bake p-ssy, now they all gourmet
i get brain on lobotomy
now i date some chick, get more p-ssy than gynecology
coming up from the bottom, see, lowering the economy
we the hottest sinners, motherf-cker, no apology
bowers

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