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willtharapper - poppin lyrics

[intro]
808 mafia
it’s willtharapper n-gg-
i on’ f-ck about him
unplug 2, he he
listen up
look, i say, look
look, i say

[verse]
if you ain’t got no 80’s you ain’t poppin n-gg-
well i got ‘em so i won’t hesitate to pop a n-gg-
no, this ain’t a rollercoaster, ain’t nothing pop with n-gg-s
that just simply means i won’t hesitate to drop a n-gg-
pistol off safety i might point it at a p-ssy n-gg-
i ain’t never get why n-gg-s dying over p-ssy n-gg-
boy, i’m a vet with the tech, you like a rookie n-gg-
street school is in session, stop flexin’, you playing hookie n-gg-
soft cookie n-gg-s’ll crumble under a fake case
f-ck the six tangles, cause thirty is what my leg say
got about ten in the clip but he got fair eight
call him lead face in his brain until his head break
f-ck they here they countin’ money till they hands sore
i don’t know these n-gg-s f-ck they tryna be my man’s for
if you out here trapping f-ck you tryna run a scam for
you a street n-gg- tell me what the f-ck you runnin’ for
you a d-mn wh-r- so don’t call yourself a man boy
i done seen sh-t that you would never understand boy
i done seen hits for cash under a grand boy
for five hundred sh-t, i done leave you lyin’ boy
call it doa n-gg-s snitch, like boa
my man prying the boa, i want chips like free olay
not a game, boy we don’t play
not a face, this sh-t is real
f-ck poverty, i’m the field
f-ck profit, i need a mil
them bills don’t need a deal
cause labels be on that b-tch sh-t
managers be stealing and fans be on some swiss sh-t
tryna put hoes in my cheese they on some swiss sh-t
ballin’ till i’m broke in the knees i’m on some swiss sh-t
b-tch get put the f-ck out if she don’t f-ck sh-t
n-gg-s balled from the squad if they don’t f-ck sh-t
why you purpin’ out with a gun? he ain’t gon’ bust sh-t
n-gg-s see me with that ‘01 and he ain’t touch sh-t
got a couple haters so i’m poppin’ n-gg-
like a baby to sleep, i’ll rock a n-gg-
like the baby was mines, i’ll pop a n-gg-
they say he trained to go, well i’ll stop a n-gg-
i got my ammo on c-ck, i’ll nail a n-gg-
and if a n-gg- wan’ smoke, here the trigga
it ain’t a niga in here lord heaven realer
small money is cool but i like better, bigger
new money, same squad, new broads, new cars
new bars, only real sh-t, all true bars
who ya’ll? you ain’t buzzing
my name ringing like cellphones
running down the same block you sell on
this set of shop on the block, life was poppin n-gg-
hurry up what you want? what you coppin’ niga?
you ain’t got no cash then get the choppa n-gg-
before the feds pull up and get to floggin nigas
clockin’ n-gg-s all day, that sh-t blowing me
n-gg-s telling these lies but they ain’t knowing me
most o’ em owing me, i know the real n-gg-s gon’ feel this
man, f-ck a rap cause this some real sh-t
look

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