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young buck – pop a band lyrics

(chorus)
i feel like scarface
sitting at the table with a bunch of drug dealers
getting money mane (all we really know!)
pop a band and give a b+tch a tip (i let it go!)
pop a band and give a b+tch a tip
i got into blow! throw some more
i tell her go shawty get it off the floor (git!)
all i really know is pop a band and give a b+tch a tip
all i really know is pop a band and give a b+tch a tip

(verse 1)
b+tch bring me my bottles and some shots for while we waiting
look at all the rich n++++s and, all of us impatient
you don’t know bout balling baby, i know they been faking (yeah)
i am only here to blow these bands and make a statement (do it!)
ain’t no room to move and all the booths in here taken
i got ’em shaking (yeah yeah) i got ’em shaking (yeah yeah)
i got some trap n++++s in this b+tch baking (on fire!)
you have no idea how much time we facing
baby i’m just trying to pay you for the time you been wasting (keep shaking)
i don’t wanna hear bout what you making (do a dance b+tch)
i know these n++++s hurting, troy akin (troy akin)
i’m still shooting on ’em, cam newton on ’em
took the money out the bag and i threw it on ’em (lets do it!)
then i dab, then i dab, and kept it moving on ’em
i went and got another bag, and i blow that (i blow that!)
ok i’m reloaded! (i’m reloaded!)
(chorus)

(verse 2)
she bring it with the sparkers imma pay her for her service
broke n++++s make pretty b+tches nervous (get some money!)
i just bought all them bottles on purpose (i blow the bag)
cause if you ain’t getting money then you worthless (git!)
i got into blow! (watch me blow)
and she know (and she know)
she gon’ get it off the floor before we go (woop!)
i tell her do it slow (do it slow)
freak hoe (freak hoe)
take if off and lemme see a peep show (drop it low!)
do that sh+t that make a n++++ throw some more
i can tell you never seen this much money before (we know!)
running up a tab and i’m paying what i owe
coming down the slab in the foreign on the four
these n++++s ain’t getting no dough (nah)
she ain’t f+cking with you no more
i don’t know why you was thinking that she won’t though (oh)
another molly in the morning you’ll be back hoe (fo sho)
b+tch you gotta be careful what you ask for (i’m reloaded!)

(chorus)

- young buck lyrics

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