Yo Gotti - Pop My Shit (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yo Gotti - Pop My Shit (en) Lyrics
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Pop your shit
I been pop, pop, poppin' shit
Let me pop my shit
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (For what?),
you ain't no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money,
don't make me drop some shit
You might catch me in a tux' (Suited)
Factory on the Phantom and you pussies
know what's up (Know what's up)
Bowtie on my collar (Collar),
hundred thousand dollars
And my slippers sayin' Prada
And my ho don't give me problems
My net worth unidentified, I got
twelve million in watches (Woo)
I'm a street nigga, I know
how to hide it, got forty
million in property (Woo)
And it's all there
Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin'
at God? Y'all hittin' all air
My cars ain't no flex to me
Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta
put my ex to sleep (Okay, okay)
Shе can't get these racks from mе,
gotta arch that back for me
Wake her up, put her back
to sleep (Yeah)
Wake her up, tell her
rub my feet (Okay)
Tell the world how you fuck
with me now, pop your shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (Hatin'),
you ain't no opp of shit
I be on that straight get to
the money, don't make me drop
some shit (Pah, pah)
Niggas flat-out hatin' (Niggas hatin'),
you ain't no opp of shit
Seven days a week, I can fly private
if I wanted to (Yeah, yeah)
I'm consistent, I won't ever
let up if I wanted you
I'm persistent, I see every detail
and won't skip a step
Real leader, won't tell my dog do
somethin' I wouldn't do myself
We pick up Chanel (Chanel), and
we leave Fendi on the shelf
Your rocks big as hell, went to the
jeweler, couldn't help myself
Million in a duffy, bought
my son a fluffy
Plug trust me, weed musty
Streets love me and I love 'em back
Gave my bitch a million, she been turnin'
up, don't know how to act
Here's another million, better flip
that shit and bring it back
Real hustler, so that's the type
of shit that I attract
And she turn me on, ridin' that
dick and talkin' 'bout a sack
I be on that straight get to
the money, don't make me drop
some shit (I am, I will)
I be on that straight get to the money
And we opposite
Don't make me drop some shit
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