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Sanatçı: Tre DaVinci

albüm: Pop My Shxt


I'm addicted to money, you can not relate
Uhh uhhh
I was just sleeping on the floor, now a nigga finna be rich (finna be rich)
I ain't breaking bread with a hoe, it's just me and my bitch (just me and my bitch)
These niggas don't want no smoke, everybody hatin' like chris (why they hating like chris?)
You know I'm the motherfucking goat, It's only right I pop my shit (imma pop my shit)
I was just sleeping on the floor, now a nigga finna be rich (i'm finna be rich)
I ain't breaking bread with a hoe, it's just me and my bitch (just me and my bitch)
These niggas don't want smoke, everybody hatin' like chris (why they hating like chris?)
You know I'm the motherfucking goat, It's only right I pop my shit (gotta pop my shit)
We pull up with sticks, big ol' clips, yeah we shootin' shit like a movie
Same hoe wanna give a nigga playin' with my name, ain't no threat, you a motherfuckin' groupie
Baby don't move, that pussy too good, you know imma bust like an uzi
Liking my bitch from the south, that ain't no lie, 'cause she got a big ass booty
Broke ass hoe could never
Bitch i'm on a whole another level
Made it through the storm, bad weather (bad weather)
I told my dawg he's gonna get better
Killing this shit, no effort (no effort)
New ice on me, need a sweater (need a sweater)
Want me back, don't know what to tell her (ah ah)
New bitch pussy get wetter (on god)
See nigga, no I ain't no hoe
Don't run up me that's a no (uhh uhh)
Now young nigga getting dough (getting dough)
Back then they took me as a joke
Got some niggas hatin' on the low
(Damn, damn, facts, yeah, yeah)
Got some niggas hatin' on the low
(Damn, damn, facts, yeah, yeah)
I was just sleeping on the floor, now a nigga finna be rich (i'm finna be rich)
I ain't breaking bread with a hoe, it's just me and my bitch (me and my bitch)
These niggas don't want smoke, everybody hatin' like chris (hating like chris)
You know I'm the motherfucking goat, It's only right I pop my shit (pop my shit)
Been that nigga long as I can remember
Still the hottest diamonds, december
If it ain't smokin', return it to sender
Got my competiton wanting to be member
I sat back and waited to blow like an airbag
Cost the bae one of one, caught it at red tard
Won't see this shit on nobody but my body
Not a collab mixing dior and hermès
Hoes niggas, niggas hoes, I swear that
Poppin' my shit like the tan with the sprayer
Bitch you won't reach for it, chained up there
Break out the choppers, it ain't where your hair is
Still on the road in the pandemic doing shows
With my mask on, pockets overload
Chains white and rose but my album gold
You can run through the mall but don't trust these hoes
I was just sleeping on the floor, now a nigga finna be rich (i'm finna be rich)
I ain't breaking bread with a hoe, it's just me and my bitch (me and my bitch)
These niggas don't want smoke, everybody hatin' like chris (hating like chris)
You know I'm the motherfucking goat, It's only right I pop my shit (gotta pop my shit)
I was just sleeping on the floor, now a nigga finna be rich (i'm finna be rich)
I ain't breaking bread with a hoe, it's just me and my bitch (just me and my bitch)
These niggas don't want smoke, everybody hatin' like chris (why they hating like chris?)
You know I'm the motherfucking goat, It's only right I pop my shit (gotta pop my shit)
(Gotta pop my shit)

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