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Дата випуску: 06.05.2021
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Мова пісні: Англійська
Pop Smoke |
Lil' broke-ass niggas |
Look |
You say you gettin' money, nigga, me too (Me too) |
Chirps for a low number, I’ma need two (Brrt), AR clip see-through |
Nah, I ain’t the nigga you want to start with, get a nigga car flipped |
I get money, fuck hoes, and talk shit (Mwah) |
Get a squad wiped for a couple of them oranges |
I can’t get no head in a whip 'less it’s foreign |
Regardless how she look, she gotta leave when I’m done |
Bitch, I gotta flee, gotta run (Gotta go) |
Let off so many guns, leave his block soaked |
And I’m in Amiri and Dior like I’m Pop Smoke |
He think that his bitch comin' back, but she not, though (She not, though) |
Nigga, this a fin, but it sound like a chop, though |
Bro say he gon' sweep a nigga with a mop, though |
I fucked the shit out that bitch, then I got ghost |
I blew some racks at the bar, but I got more |
Block hot as hell, bro watchin' for the narcos |
Slidin' down the Mile high as hell, dodgin' potholes |
What I’m sippin' on could’ve paid a nigga car note (Wockhardt) |
Swear up and down they gettin' money, but they not, though (But they not, |
though) |
Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga, we got those (We got those) |
And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke (Like Pop Smoke) |
I just told two hoes to meet me on the top floor (Mwah) |
I slid past in a Rolls-Royce, thought they’d seen a ghost (Ghost) |
Check the score, we be havin' it |
Money comin' like I’m walkin' with a money magnet |
Dope on the stove, leave the pints in the cabinet (Pints in the cabinet) |
Use a bitch address to catch this lil' package |
Racks in the bed, can’t fuck on the mattress (Nah) |
Fuck the lil' eight, I don’t usually fuck average (All tens) |
Put the shit together, then make it all vanish |
Got a half brick, you 'bout to see me do magic (Voilà) |
Nigga, I don’t trust shit but my damn scale |
I damn sure don’t trust you, nigga, you’ll tell (You'll tell) |
I got a bag in bigger than a whale |
Got that Purina for you boys, hit a nigga cell |
And I hate when niggas talk blow (Shut the fuck up) |
Who don’t know it come soft, bro |
You don’t got no pape', you shouldn’t even wanna talk, bro |
Block hot as hell, bro watchin' for the narcos |
Slidin' down the Mile high as hell, dodgin' potholes |
What I’m sippin' on could’ve paid a nigga car note (Wockhardt) |
Swear up and down they gettin' money, but they not, though (But they not, |
though) |
Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga, we got those (We got those) |
And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke (Like Pop Smoke) |
I just told two hoes to meet me on the top floor (Mwah) |
I slid past in a Rolls-Royce, thought they’d seen a ghost (Ghost) |
(Meech) |