Blac Youngsta - Hip Hopper (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Blac Youngsta - Hip Hopper (en) Lyrics
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Pill-popper
pills
pop
Seals
Lean Molly water, perc pill popper
Pull up at Follies pill,
pill, pills, (Pop!)
I'm on that drank, red and yellow
Rest in peace Pimp C pop seal,
seal, seals (Pop!)
You ain't 'bout that action,
you ain't no gangsta
You ain't never been in the
field, field, field
Nigga you a rat, if the laws
come and get you right now
Nigga you'll squeal, squeal,
squeal (Pop!)
You ain't lost shit, you ain't
got it out the dirt
Lil nigga, you don't know how
it feel, feel, feel (Pop!)
I'm on that Henny, I'm on that X
I'mma fuck the bitch out her
heel, heel, heels (Pop!)
Pill-popper (Pop!)
Seal-popper (Woah!)
Run up (Pop!)
He'll pop you (Pop!)
She suck my dick in my
flip-flops (Pop!)
I do not fuck with no Hip-
Hopper (Rappers!)
Hoe I'm a dog, bitch I don't text
'Cause I can't spell everything
I wanna say
I don't know your name 'cause
I fuck new bitches everyday
Hoe, I don't remember your face
Identify yourself, I can't go to sleep
unless my pistol on the shelf
I can't fuck that bitch 'less
I got a rubber on
All these percs got me
feelin on myself
All this work, ain't shit for the low
Hell nah nigga I ain't givin'no deals
Shoot the weedman, if the
ain't dope smokin
Playin with my drank, this
shit ain't sealed
Pop, gang sip-hopper (Gang!)
Most of you rappers just
shit-talkers (Gang!)
I'll fuck around, shoot your
lip off ya (Gang!)
Run up (Gang!)
He'll pop you (Bang!)
Yeah, right wrist, huh
In the air, huh
Ride around, huh
Through Bel-Air, woah
Bitch, I don't fuck with
no welfare hoes
Yo baby daddy broke he eat Cheerios
I'm a record-breaker
New whip with no CD player
Fuck niggas can't talk to me
Old whips can't park near me, huh
Pop shit (Yep!)
Flood wrist (Skrr!)
Red whips (Hoe!)
Take trips (Bitch!)
Molly got the lil hoe doing backflips
Model lil bitch lookin'
just like a Q-tip
Skinny, but she might cost you a penny
All of these bitches be
mouses like Minnie
Not many niggas hangin 'round
me that's real real deal
Most of theses niggas
gon' squeal on God
Pill-popper,
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