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dae$2big - pop out lyrics

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yo, yo, dae money too big in the city so i pop out the cut, they know who the f_ck
it is we on that sh_t, yo, let’s get it
i pop out with the glock out, f_ck is you talkin’ bout
money in my pocket, hundred bands, had to walk it out

shooters on the roof, and they itchin, they gon’ chalk it out
talkin’ like you tough, little b_tch, we finna spark it out
b_tch, i’m the truth, no debate, put the cap to rest
i’ve been stackin’ papers so hard, it can’t pass the test

choppa like a preacher, little n_gga, let me bless your chest
hollows get to singin, hit a note, leave you late to rеst
diamonds on my wrist, thought i’m blind, call it major flake
f_ck around and lose your life, tryna makе a bet

city on my back, yeah, i’m runnin’ with the best of six
pop out with them hitters, make it rain, let them pay the debt
talkin’ bout you tough, you a clown, n_gga, not a threat
run up on me, you get checked like a nike check

get the bag, secure, f_ck a bank, i’m the walkin’ check
never met my match, competition ain’t no f_ckin’ guess
i pop out with the glock, f_ck is you talkin’ bout
money in my pocket, hundred bands, had to walk it out

shooters on the roof, and they itchin, they gon’ chalk it out
talkin’ like you tough, lil’ b_tch, we finna spark it out
pop out with the gang, see the flags, know the vibe is set
blue and red flags, but the green is where my mind is at
p_ssy n_ggas talkin, we don’t care where the pride is at
lay him in the dirt, now they wonder where his time is at
murder with the pen, every line is a fin crime
they be throwin’ shade but my shine,leave you a fin blind

money on my mind, dollar signs in my fin eyes
ain’t no competition, n_gga, f_ck you and your f_ckin’ lies
pop out with the drip, b_tch, i’m wetter than a hurricane
p_ssy talkin, reckless is blocked, we gon’ rearrange

every single line that i spit, god, i’m feelin’ strange
dae money to big the name that gon’ stick
you gon’ feel the pain, i pop out with the glock, f_ck is you talkin’ bout
money in my pocket, hundred bands, had to walk it out

shooters on the roof, and they itchin, they gon’ chalk it out
talkin’ like you tough, lil’ b_tch
we gon’ spark it out

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