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Correct Poppin 4 Sum Lyrics
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[Verse] Black kush reefer, smoking on Cali boy I’m a west side n-gga like Danny Boy Flip a brick, sell a brick, cup a brick house F-ck a trick, keep my dick in yo bitch mouth Pull up boy, ridin Shawty, keep it real pimpin Zone 3, these streets, I am still in em Ridin jean Denim, Polo jean Denim Win or broke, spreader leans, I am up in er I’m a whack spinner, I’m a jack tinter In this bitch you f-ckin boy, hit her last winter Ball crap dinners, I’m a lap winner Cookin dope, sellin dope, get yo ass in er [Hook:] I got cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some She know I’m poppin for some He know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some [Verse] Part like watch out bro, you 2 lyin Blood n-gga, get out the booth flyin Can’t even wear all these looks no more Where it happens all I might shoot straight Got a foreign bitch, coppers on me Parker fly me, don’t no crib Count cab fair to get slow with Kick this shit with even broke lips Like hold up, hold up, hold up I mean brother smoking my reefer In the hood, servin that franky Smoking on a long blunt of that Keisha If I was rappin when I was in school coulda probably f-cked my teacher Now my name poppin like Krisko I’m Hustle Gang with my rich girl [Bridge:] Rollie got them hamer diamonds, can’t tell my wrist I’m a real n-gga, been seen with one and I’m too legit I replace soldiers, don’t chase soldiers like f-ck that bitch Wear 2 chains but know Ludacris and I’ve been preppin like know the deal [Hook:] Cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some She know I’m poppin for some He know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some [Verse] Grip weed and not a chopper Yo bitch is a Compton monster I bang that pussy like a raw drum and she up and down like stopping on me No doubt about it, she throwin that That medicinal, I’m blowin that I got signed to 17 years old I said f-ck school, I ain’t goin back See Dro, it’s my n-gga Don’t make us go gorillas Man I swear to God these n-ggas flawed Everything white gold, that silver man We treat Mary Jane like strippers We just pour them shots of Tequila And they know we poppin for a reason man ‘Cause this Hustle Gang, we up in here [Hook:] Cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some She know I’m poppin for some He know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some
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