stanwill – tag popper lyrics
tag popper lyrics
[intro]
yeah
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, that’s on every song
[verse]
you know it’s dog sh+t around, all my n+ggas tag poppers
on the phone with a ham, b+tch, i’m tryna act proper
what happened to the last opp? you can go and ask swanson
i should go and work for nasa, how yo baby blast rockets
pull up on her gucci, louis, dior, i got s+x appeal
you can chop the legs up off my feet, i bet i’m stepping still
b+tch want me to have her heart, i only want her neck, for real
pull up on yo b+tch in fendi, bet she wanna f, for real
two hunnid on the dash, f+ck i look like tryna do the limit?
three hunnid fifty on some gym shorts but i ain’t hooping in ’em
five racks or better every time yo baby shoot the limit
yeah
whole gang coming goose, b+tch, we flock together
i just want the head, told yo b+tch we not together
everybody with me sticked up, we glock together
bad b+tch brought her friend, guess they getting popped together
mike amiris on, got her tryna take ’em off
how the f+ck i throw my hoodie on but it’s off?
at the set tripping, don’t remember what i bought
bro like craig daddy, tell him catch doggy getting caught
i pulled up on yo b+tch, she pulled my pants down
i’ll pull up with the stick and blow his mans down
i ain’t never in life had my hands out
i had yo b+tch in the dodge, she got rammed down
i ain’t gotta work a job, b+tch, i scam now
i’ll call the f+cking task force, they on standby
i got a jugg sense, i know when a ham by
i used to rock levi’s, ‘miris crammed now
up the bl!ck and he turned p+ssy, boy, you ain’t a dog
i feel like a bench warmer, i don’t play at all
ain’t no three+five if yo b+tch face a log
you can’t tell these hoes sh+t, they gon’ say it all
you gon’ buy her clothes, i’ma make her take ’em off
seven hunnid horses in this whip, i’m racing off
ask maury, n+ggas is my sons, i raised ’em all
at yo home swinging sticks but we ain’t playing ball
i ain’t got no kids yet ’cause b+tches ate ’em all
f+ck i look like saving hoes? ain’t got no cape at all
b+tch, i’m racing out the door if pape’ involved
sbdsm, you know my babies taking off
[outro]
real sh+ttyboyz sh+t, she gon’ f+ck ’cause the sh+ttyboyz lit
b+tch
yeah
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