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thugga massina - who's who? lyrics

[hook]
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
cuzzo say i need to stop my sh+t
they can’t wait for me to drop my sh+t
i just put some marni on my b+tch
dame time, i got pointers on my wrist
you n+ggas know who really got it
these b+tches know who really poppin’

[verse 1]
true true, n+gga you know who’s who
p+ssy n+ggas, they can’t fool me, don’t let ‘em fool you
me, my sh+t is fool proof, really used to trap
i’m like secret squirrel, i see through the cap
these n+ggas ain’t the same baby, all they do is rap
ain’t never sell cocaine baby, never shoot a strap
it’s an act, sh+t how you think i funded all these tracks?
check the tip drill video, got to crеdit the crack
would post up at the liquor store, i was sеlling them packs
had diesel for the l+o like when la traded shaq
that’s a fact, not a rat, ain’t no sm+t up on my name
i’m a mack, n+gga quick to put a sl+t up on the gang
2 b+tches give me brain ‘til their jaws is hurting
i need unity on the head like rick james punching charlie murphy
lord have mercy, you n+ggas better fall back like tacko’s jersey
before i have to c+ck the 30, and
[hook]
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
cuzzo say i need to stop my sh+t
they can’t wait for me to drop my sh+t
i just put some marni on my b+tch
dame time, i got pointers on my wrist
you n+ggas know who really got it
these b+tches know who really poppin’

[verse 2]
catch me with my cohorts on sunset
rhude shorts like a napoleon complex
ain’t gotta squeeze one tec
i just give the shooters 5 racks like a 3 point contest
a rare breed, it’s hard pressing play on you guys’ lps
your bars 7 days like kai’s jail stream
had nightmares of prison now i can’t sell dreams
you n+ggas need to give it up
you make a rap song ‘bout me, i wish you luck
you know we live by codes
he tried to check me like i’m p+ssy, let that guy know
that might’ve registered late, but n+gga drive slow
get the pyro
man it’s funny how life goes
how ironic, left him in the icu with his eyes closed
this that god flow, feel like nas back in 9+4
i ain’t even got to try though, i just
[hook]
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
pop my sh+t
cuzzo say i need to stop my sh+t
they can’t wait for me to drop my sh+t
i just put some marni on my b+tch
dame time, i got pointers on my wrist
you n+ggas know who really got it
these b+tches know who really poppin’

[outro]
do you know how easy this is for me? do you have any f+cking idea how easy this is? this is a f+cking joke! and i’m sorry you can’t do this, i really am because i wouldn’t have to f+cking sit here and watch you fumble around and f+ck it up

- thugga massina lyrics

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