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Paroles de Pop Em

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Paroles de la chanson Pop Em par TFE Sheedo lyrics officiel

Pop Em est une chanson en Anglais

Bullets stop him in his tracks just like he get a stroke
These niggas tryna fit in but I'd rather stand out
They ain't even know a nigga could've switch the flow
He was snaking on the low so I had to let him go
These niggas creep so you better watch who you keep close
And I be staying out the way, just tryna lay low
You better watch how you move just like you walking on a rope
Once I bring this pressure to you, I guarantee that you gon' choke
I be tryna bring that heat but y'all already know
Creepin in ya home, boy I on my tippy toe
Peeling up ya top, that chopper push ya whole wibe back
If he dissing on my name, then that nigga wibe mash
You think this 40 is a camera 'cause I'll up that bitch and flash
Them bullets biting up ya body now you have a rash
Any nigga in my way then I on ya ass
I ain't look like no teacher so don't try look for no pass
I ain't blying nobody, ain't no beef getting squash
From you tryna see me, then you better go talk to God
Tryna cop me a AP, flooded icy chain
Nigga tryna snatch it, then I gotta leave with he brain
Young nigga mob styling, I could never be a lame
I be chilling, I be coolin, vibing in my own lane
If I ain't strapped when we buck then you losing teeth's out ya mouth
What's popping in this bitch? I tryna see what this about
Wild nigga out the zoo, think I related to gorillas
I go ape shit on the beat
Like Kodak, all about my skrilla
I be rolling on that pack, yeah that shit real sticky
That pressure pack knocking, bey this shit got me jiggy
I do my dance when I bounce up in the place
And if he slide on me wrong, my shooter taking off he face
I tryna make it in first place, bey I tired being last
They tell me slow down, it's whatever, I steady going fast
I be tryna chill out but I just be wanting to spazz
Think I moving with guitars 'cause I just wanna rock out
My shooters got them dracs but they never see OVO
Diss the family, you might get a tag on ya toe
And I spitting fire, all I do is blow out smoke
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Auteur: Rasheed Dewar
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