PabloMCR - Poppin lyrics

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PabloMCR - Poppin lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & BigWalkDog] 1017 (Poppin'), BigWalkDog (BigWalkDog) Big 1017 (Ayy) Hey, hey Hey, hey [Chorus: BigWalkDog] When you poppin’ Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Uh) Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet (Grr) Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (Yeah) She only ate the dick, but she still sayin’ toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' sh*t outta none of these pockets (Nope) [Verse 1: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane] Nah, she ain't gettin' sh*t outta none of thеse wallets Broke down a 'bow just to smokе at Hibachi I ain't need me a plug, I’m the whole damn socket Came, nailed down a opp, come on, he roadblockin’ Sippin' on Wocky, pop me a Roxy, know they gon’ watch me Built for this sh*t, ni**a, how they gon' stop me? I was just loadin' up sh*t on the dolly I feel like fly, I don't need nobody Big dawg, I’m for real, I don't need co-signin' Might go get me 'Cat or a Scat, no mileage (Skrrt) In the city where I'm from, we ain't have no God ni**a play with who? ni**a play with Wop, know they dyin' Might just go to Wafi, get a twenty, make it shine I ain't never had sh*t, not a motherfu*kin' dime Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind (Wop) And the plug just called, said thirty on the line (Uh) Need a P up in the east and need a P up in the west He ain't grabbin' two, then it's on to the next Thirteen with my daddy, watchin' ni**as get finessed On the first and the third gettin' everybody checked Make a block, do it again, gettin' everybody stretched I done made it out, so I'm at you fu*k ni**a neck Don't know what I want, new Jacob or Patek, flex [Chorus: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane] When you poppin' Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Uh) Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (Yeah) She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic (Ugh) Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' sh*t outta none of these pockets (Nope) Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Blaow) Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet (Bling) Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic (Yeah) Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (Shh) She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy (It's Gucci) Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' sh*t outta none of these pockets (Ha) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Can't nobody pop sh*t the way I pop it (Ha) Million dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (Bling) Say he got money, where it went, what happened? (Wah) Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go Platinum (Go, go) I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't stop it (Stoppin') The bales came in, I pulled up, went shoppin' (Pulled up) Pull up in a Dawn and the top start droppin' (The Dawn) They let me outta jail and the price start hoppin' ('Wop) Cartel mailbox money so dirty you could smell my money (Ah) I'm equipped by money, if you owe me, better pay my money So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money And I don't really need new friends So please stop callin' me twin, I'ma say that sh*t again You ain't never killed no man So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci Mane (It's Gucci) [Chorus: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane] Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Ha) Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' sh*t outta none of these pockets (Nope) [Verse 3: BigWalkDog] Same young ni**a still posted in the trick On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in his sh*t I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick Called my junkie out the jungle, he gon' pull up with the stick On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in sh*t You ain't tap in with me before a ni**a got rich My homie poppin' Percocet, doctor say he at risk Smokin' Wedding Cake, ain't nobody married in this b*tch From the street, now a ni**a really married to this sh*t I was broke than a b*tch, now I'm havin' all this grip Need blue cheese salad, nothin' added to the mix Went from noodle with the cracker, steak added on the list Got a Glock 17, nothin' added but a switch Got this sh*t up out the mud, wouldn't hand it to a ni**a 'Fore they label me a rat, they gon' label me a killer

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