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young olt – pop it كلمات اغاني

[hook]
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[verse 1]
she said, “we gon’ be together forever?”
i told that b_tch, “live in the moment”
this watch don’t ticktock it’s a rollie
get knocked out yo flip flops with this 40 (brr)
i’m posted up on the block with the brodies
double my cup, b_tch i’m sipping on codiene
that b_tch a thottie, gon’ suck on my homies
b_tch i’m a dog like odie
i get lit, pop a 30
styrofoam cup and it’s filled up with dirty
got yo b_tch in the back giving brain, she nerdy
hollow tips hit yo whip, got it flipping and turning (brr)
come here b_tch ’cause i want top now
yo b_tch in the whip sucking d_ck with the top down
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout racks, what the f_ck we gon’ talk ’bout?
7.62 finna knock a whole opp down

[verse 2]
talkin’ ’bout bodies? i got the top spot
pull out that chop it go “fa, fa”
i’m sticking d_ck in her thot box
c_ck the glock on yo block that’s a “c_ck block”
c_ck thе glock on yo block, finna give him a face shot
i just bust down my wrist i ain’t wearing no plain watch
“gimmiе that”, i take yo chain then i takeoff
n_gga don’t give it up, finna wet up his tank top
ouu, drop top for the whip yeah my ceiling gone
try to run off with that pack you ain’t getting home
run up them racks, n_gga run up a million
i’m sippin’ on purple drank ’till my liver gone
f_ck that n_gga and where he from, uh
fiends keep hitting my telephone, uh
i’m moving packs out the living room, uh
can’t beef with n_ggas they go federal, uh
pull up with the sticks, pop a n_gga i brake h_ll of bones
n_gga talkin’ stupid like he really with it, then we spinning on him
if he dissing on my n_ggas and i hear it, i won’t let it go
and this choppa finna pop a p_ssy n_gga like some adderall
bad b_tch, got her all up in my crib and she be giving dome
n_gga dissin’ olt then he r_t_rded, hit him with the pole
no i’m not with all the talkin’ grab the choppa, fill him with some holes
i just pull up with the choppa, aim, (brr), then i’m getting gone

- young olt

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