Pop Shit Lyrics

Featuring Mike City & Dina Rae

I don't want no puny shoes never been a corny dude
See me pass by all the fellas point at you
Yeah and I just be scalping
Black moon style don't front got you open
I prefer lounges 90's hip hop
Full lip girls with the shiny lip gloss
And I get money like 3 way Rick Ross
Let them clowns rescue more bitches than pit boss
Superficial women that will take me to worse
Gold diggers 'cause they hate going to work
Fly 'em out and give them the asthma dessert
But all they really ever get is facebook pics and a purse
I'm on my partying bullshit
White be the button up chewing on a toothpick
Lady who knew it let's do this
Learn that new car snail when I'm bagging up a new chick

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Trunk so slick middle name Rick
Hand me an eye patch and a cango bitch
Rio de Janeiro when a main go whip
'Cause life's a movie like pendejo flicks
My watch go bling and my chain go fling
And when I speak my mind then I'm veined oh shit
Rasy good money take that to the bank
Take your girl for granted I will take your bitch
Yeah baby that flow just switched up
I'm nasty like 2 girls and one shit cup
Fancy, she brazilian waxes
Head to gym pony tail and air maxes
Ripped abs, she a bad package
Got ass that will make a tea party to raise taxes
Haters nag 'cause Ras tap think y'all niggers should dress like Chris Cross
You ass back with

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