Pop Shit Lyrics by Raekwon

Pop Shit Lyrics

    [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

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