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symba (usa) - pop out lyrics

[intro: symba]
(cheeze)
(go grizz)
yeah
ayy

[verse 1: symba]
it’s been a few days, i ain’t hit the stage
i been in the cirb on the game (ayy)
i had to start tellin’ my family no
’cause i’m startin’ to notice a change (facts)
i got too stuck in my ways
by stickin’ to everything that i became
i’m out here runnin’ it up (run it up)
you n+ggas runnin’ in place (boom)
time to pop out and turn up the city (the city)
from the bay where them boys get to trippin’
i’m in oakland with all black and jimmy (it’s all black)
used to trap out a taurus with kenny (boom)
now i’m out here in foreigns with kenny (skrr)
tryna fit seven hoes in a bentley (facts)
i ain’t been outside in a minute
i’m back in the city, we ’bout to gеt litty (for real) feel me
[interlude]
oh, you wanna know wherе i’m at? ha
we outside

[chorus: symba, 2 chainz]
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some b+tches
just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a honey bun in fifties (yeah, yeah)
these n+ggas thought that i was playin’, ’cause i been out the way (huh)
i’m a million dollar n+gga, i been humble, but today (not today)
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (hundred foreign whips)
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some b+tches (yeah, 2 chainz)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
i might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a .30 and a .40
i’m always ridin’ with a stallion, you with a one trick pony
and, she got them meg knees, pick up paper like custodian (huh)
major necessity is two chains and a rollie (tell ’em)
yeah, i’m on my way now, yeah, nothin’ to say now
yeah, you ain’t see me ball last night, well, i’m ’bout to shave now
yeah, i’m own a money tree, richard is plain
foreplay for me is her kissin’ my ring
i had to tell her don’t flatter yourself
won’t even take time to look at your page (mm)
toni (talk my sh+t, i’m workin’)
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[chorus: symba]
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (hundred foreign whips)
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some b+tches (hundred some b+tches)
just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a honey bun in fifties (yeah, yeah)
these n+ggas thought that i was playin’, ’cause i been out the way
i’m a million dollar n+gga (ayy), i been humble, but today
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (yeah)
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some b+tches

[verse 3: symba]
ayy, all of my hoes look the same (facts)
i got a fetish for women who blacker than me
but they speak+a no english (ha, haha)
and don’t give a f+ck that i’m famous (ayy)
and rendezvous when we in vegas (vegas)
you in the comments of all these b+tches i f+ck
we on two different pages (yeah)
this sh+t never cease to amaze me (ha, haha)
i got a car that don’t got a key
when i’m parkin’ this b+tch, n+gga, pardon me
all of these diamonds a part of me
feel like this money be callin’ me (brr)
i took your b+tch, it’s a robbery
p+ssy bring out the dog in me (hurr)
hop out the sprinter, we back in the buildin’
got too many hoes, brought ’em all with me
[chorus: symba]
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (hundred foreign whips)
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some b+tches (hundred some b+tches)
just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a honey bun in fifties (yeah, yeah)
these n+ggas thought that i was playin’, ’cause i been out the way
i’m a million dollar n+gga (ayy), i been humble, but today
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (yeah)
i just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some b+tches (ayy)

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