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richie re - poppin it lyrics

poppin it lyrics
[intro: richie re]
first of all
you little bummy+ass b+tches could never (never)
you know, rich b+tch sh+t
we like to pop our sh+t sometimes (yeah)
no bum sh+t (d. sims)
no bum sh+t (ayy, fire that blunt up, brannew)
b+tch, huh

[chorus: richie re]
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh)
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh?)
you poppin’ it, i’m poppin’ it
i’m poppin’ it, yeah
you poppin’ it, yeah
we poppin’ it, huh

[verse 1: richie re]
poppin’ my sh+t
just hit a mil’ and the rollie don’t tick, yeah, yeah (yeah)
pop my sh+t, yeah, yeah
b+tch stay lit, yeah, yeah (lit)
diamonds in my ear lookin’ like glaciers (glaciers)
saved by the bell, no slater, b+tch
488, no racer, b+tch (what?)
new crib sittin’ on acres
boss b+tch and a rich b+tch
you a broke ho and a cheap b+tch (hah)
keep talkin’ ’bout you got racks
b+tch, is it from suckin’ all these sacks?
run around f+ckin’ these f+ckboy n+ggas
broke b+tch, don’t n0body want your n+gga
ugh, just nasty
he can’t afford me anyway
[verse 2: hardo]
b+tch, i got a bag, i’m never pressin’ (bag)
really one of the last real n+ggas left (real n+gga)
aimin’ at the head, so f+ck a vest (at a n+gga head)
fly my head nurse out, i’m obsessed (real sh+t), huh?
i can afford any b+tch i want (any b+tch)
wearin’ two rollies just for lunch (two)
i was a parolee, sixty months (real sh+t)
tennis shoes cost a p of runtz (huh?)
i done hit your b+tch in every trap
puttin’ rubber bands on every stack
always uptown, so what’s the haps? (uptown)
i’ma bend it over, break her back (oh)
trappin’ out a house
young n+ggas, got ’em runnin’ in and out
if that ass fat, i’m floodin’ that account (ayy)
count a hundred grand and put it in her mouth, huh? (ayy)
grilled up like a n+gga from the south (bling)
pilled up, tryna air a n+gga out
pulled up in a bentley, clear it out (skrrt)
pull that b+tch head, makeup smearin’ ’round (huh?)
real n+gga, i be poppin’ that sh+t
first thing, i be walkin’ that sh+t (walkin’ that)
no cane, gotta walk with that stick (huh?)
new chain done cost me two bricks
[chorus: richie re]
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh)
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh?)
you poppin’ it, i’m poppin’ it
i’m poppin’ it, yeah
you poppin’ it, yeah
we poppin’ it, huh

[verse 3: richie re]
you want the life of a rich b+tch (rich b+tch)
we do not f+ck with you lame hoes (lame hoes)
most of y’all f+ckin’ the same n+gga (ugh)
run around sharin’ the same clothes (hrrr)
i can’t relate to you wh0res
wake up and run up a check when i’m bored
show me the plane and i’m ready to board
make a n+gga leave you, melissa ford, hmm (come here)
meanwhile
i live the life of a p+rnstar
squirt on his face at the saint regis
you ate the d+ck in a nissan
i’m at the game on the floor seats
you sittin’ way in the nosebleeds, b+tch, huh
you sittin’ way in the nosebleeds (hrrr)
[chorus: richie re]
poppin’ it, yeah
i’m poppin’ it, huh
poppin’ it, yeah
i’m poppin’ it, huh
you poppin’ it, i’m poppin’ it
i’m poppin’ it, yeah
you poppin’ it, yeah
we poppin’ it, huh

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