Pop Shit lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Pop Shit



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[Conversation]:

Keep everything
on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen
thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my
thousand dollars now
I dont give a fuck
I
went up in the club
And like a thousand
niggas
A thousand chicks
Was doing the
James Brown
Get the fuck out of here
Im
like oh shit
You lying, you lying
Shit was
real son
Stop lying man
Cream Team walked
in
We started doing it
Wild man
Feel
me?
So what happened, let me
on

[Verse]:

Aiyyo,
aiyyo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz
Drive
by on them niggaz
Show'em that killas is live
and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now im
in a six hundred white piece
Send half my love
out to wif-e
Fillin out tax reports
Lookin
live up in Guess shorts
Bitches show love and
support
Table teaspoons
Fake goons with
balloons shit it out
Make room
How them
niggas ate strait tunes yo
Horror flick
scriptures
Godfather flicks
Superfriends
equal foul niggas
Bar miss you'll flip
yo
Aim the nozzle
With the head brace the
bottle
Get your dang licked
Six thousand
square feet
Paid shit
Stretch Auroras in
Florida
Kilo's comin out of water
Watch me
slaughter
Take your daughter over yo
Space
shit
Boat across your shit
Cargo
shit
Well Fargo got Renaldos shit
Reclining
chair
Drunk billionaire
Willie like a
bear
The whole block suck cock on a leap
year
No remorse
Heavy plaque red and
white
Eddie Bauer jaws
Bout the bitch smack
five out of yours
Pens bleeding
Got my shit
soft
Figure like Ike Frost
Icy chain
Cop
and hangin on a horse
Lames laws
Got your
name crossed
You cannot claim boss
Unless
he kiss braid hair
That aint yours
Fly
statistics lystics
Slang optimistic
Two
bats a tie and a biscuit
Kissed
it
Mmm-aa
Diamond on the wrist
kid
Misfit
Bought it like a ten dollar
outfit
Pop Shit get your house lit
Strait
up
The route mouse shit
Get your style
shit
I announced it
Slang lordy
yo
Staring at my man Gordy Laury
The bitch
bought'em on
She'll reward me
Flossed it,
cost it, tossed it
The same Main Source
shit
You at the "BBQ" eatin horse
dick
Sneak up link up
Nigga tie your
sneaker
You wink what
Speed it up
Caught
you in that beated-up truck it was luck
Fuck
page your uncle thirty bucks
Ran in your
shit
Blew you with your hands in your
nuts
Louis
Thats the same crew as
those
Milliwakee brewers
Rocking Wu shoes
with Kaoluas
Time for lotti
Bald Gotti
here
Dont make me throw shots trough your
body
Everybody out of here
Thats my
word
God through Shakespeare 'ere
Take me
there
Get your fastened
And take
clear
Its so real we might face
years
Cuddled up in HDM's
Chill baby on and
a nigga here
You start screamin and your
scared
And shorty came on last year
And
lapped danced my man for a wack pair
ill I
smell it in your hair
My faculties remained
clear
Pussy in a refrigerator back
here
Damn watch your mouth
Hear it on the
air
Like a grand prize
Freak nigga that
taps shit