yungjay - poppin' lyrics
(yungjay)
i’m poppin my colla
i’m poppin my colla
i’m poppin, poppin, poppin, poppin, poppin, poppin, poppin, poppin!
i’m poppin my colla, make all the b-tches holla
they aproach me aye i never waste a dolla
b-tches flock to me i’m talkin orgy i’m sorry
i ain’t the fatha go botha maury
when b-tches try to holla i feel like i’m soaring
if you can’t understand than your life is probably boring, snoring deeply sleeping your precious time away
girls across the room i -ssume they tryin to say hey
i walk up to her pursue her and read her face
she’s like hey kid i wanna see you naked
i was down for the play
i was in a trance by the way that she danced
i bought her allot of drinks cause i’m a romance
take her to the crib show her how i live i tell her thanks
she says “what”?
i tell her “your a sl-t girl i bought the dranks”
she’s like “okay ill give you the lay”
that’s what i’m talkin bout
she’s gave my d-ck a rub in the club parkin lot
i was recording don’t care if its dark or not
this girl i don’t trust bout to bust a nut god d-mn she’s fine
i know for a fact that she’s comin back… to slam!
i f-cker and duck her like the opposite of a dodge ram
i recorded everything on my hd cam
d-mn it literally went, wham bam thank you ma’am
(chorus)
(afroman jr.)
yo i’m poppin my colla, and i feel like a balla
you know that’s how i do it and i drive and impala
you know i ain’t gunna follow her because shes in mine
you know i’m doing that sh-t, cuz she is my valentine
of course we have intercourse in the back
doing that show her no slack hit her straight up from the back
you know im bigger than shaq, and i am a bit more black
i dont give a sh-t this girl has got a big rack
from iraq, blew up my d-ck thats what i’m sayin you know she just had me motherf-cking spraying like ak’s dailey
i f-cked this one girl and her name was bailey
(chorus)
(yungjay)
i poppin my collar she thinks im fine and i could tell
470-2509 is my cell
let the b-tches do the work, if they feel like making me
my girls are in shape, d-mn their preppin for a track meet
i got game your lame, c-ck block stop hacking me
i’m running through the p-ssy like i was a major athlete
i’m known to have her blown, i’m larger than shaqs feet
go figure i am bigger you know that i am packin the heat
i rider like i’m riding the beat no h0m-!
when i upload the video i watch it in complete slomo im
poppin my collar! (chorus fade)
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