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rick ross - poppin' lyrics

[intro]
(laughter) ado wade mafia
young rizel, where ma n-gg- keason
(made back music) empire state of mine
new money, prenny’s running, ain’t wet
i love that, no tense
i need you to send my beer homie

[hook]
if you ain’t handlin’ business, you ain’t boss n-gg- (huh)
you whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing n-gg- (hoh)
send that b-tch in to get her -ss done out in mexico (woo)
triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah)
you ain’t handlin’ business, you ain’t boss n-gg- (huh)
you whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing n-gg- (hoh)
send that b-tch in to get her -ss done out in mexico (woo)
triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah)
if you ain’t handlin’ business, you ain’t boss n-gg- (huh)
you whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing n-gg- (hoh)
send that b-tch in to get her -ss done out in mexico (woo)
triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah)
[verse 1]
pop in mali, then we do the polygraph (woh)
she would slide with poppy poly for a autograph (facts)
got it poppin’ then am tipping on the stair (facts)
couple watches kept the baddest b-tches in the bed (woo)
f-ck house arrest, moving how i want to move
they in the news now they call me ricky chronicles (what)
flip the page as you see am touching more paper (more paper)
get the b-tch, now they screaming, rosey don’t save her
at the light i let it out, you like a player wood (glare wood)
do it two fingers, just like i say i would (holla at you)
and i run the city just as the mayor should (boss)
give the power to the people, trust me, that ain’t good

[verse 2]
you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin’ n-gg- (you ain’t poppin’ n-gg-)
whole click, now to get it poppin’ n-gg- (get it poppin’ n-gg-)
his stando hanging out my polo bosses n-gg- (polo bosses n-gg-)
po, pop shots, dream about boxing n-gg-
box a n-gg- in his game and they tyrna box me out (uh huh)
charles barkley in the pace that you never rebound (that’s it)
i try to tell her, i don’t love her, she’s just the rebound (let’s get it)
but she don’t listen, matter a fact, that’s her texting me now
i got to get it, i’m poppin’, that’s how am living
text poppin’, yeah i admit it
order some
cause these b-tches know they be sippin’
lord knows they be thirsty, lord knows i’ve been working (lord)
i’ve been positively killing these n-gg-s, they know it’s certain
i be in a week, fans and weep, fans with my wheat
tam seeing bread through these wheat (i see it)
plans go a week, b-tch long hair, we
weave in, young poppi, young king
n-gg-s better peeps you, keese

[verse 3]
young n-gg- with his pistol in his chain now (bam)
if they hate’n cause you striping out the slam house (aah)
for [?] and some things we do to people pays
my paper set up, unplugged, am in the drug trade
i grew up with the killers and the robbers n-gg-s
they’d strip you out that bomb and ain’t no robbers n-gg-
not the type they entertain what you p-ss-es tweet
cause i could pop you with ’em things, see you in the street
i’m really ready to wide and wreck the father rules
show you how i divide up all the work and move
so now you understand why these n-gg-s hate
so homie you ain’t poppin’ if them n-gg-s ain’t
a quarter kia have a n-gg- straight
been in this b-tch so long, i watch the beaker break
i talk dope cause it’s universal
you and all black slide n-gg-, you a lurk

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