Gucci Mane - Poppin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Poppin (en) Lyrics
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When you poppin', every time
you move, you gotta move
with a rocket (Bah)
Lookin' at this drip, you see
a pool in the faucet (Argh)
Designer hit the mil', come
straight from the trap
And got a coconut scale, but
it hit like we boxin' (Shh)
She always ate the dick, but
she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so
she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta
none of these pockets (Nope)
Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta
none of these wallets
Broke down a boat just
to smoke it about you
I ain't even need me a plug,
I'm the whole damn socket
Came in, down-down, all these
opps roadblockin'
Sippin' on Wocky, pour me a Roxie,
know they gon' watch me
Built for this shit, nigga,
how they gon' stop me?
I was just loadin' up
shit on the daily
I feel like fly, I don't need nobody
Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't
need co-signin' (Skrrt)
Boy, get me 'Cat or a scat,
no mileage (Skrrt)
See the one we from, we
ain't have no gun
Nigga play with who? Nigga play
with 'Wop, know they dyin'
Might just go to war from
get a .20, make it shine
I ain't never had shit, not
a motherfuckin' dime
'Wop got me out the trenches,
had murder on my mind (Wop)
And the plug just called, said
thirty on the line (Uh)
Need a pill up in the East and
need a pill up in the West
He ain't grab a two, then
it's on to the next
Thirteen, with my daddy, watchin'
niggas get finessed
On the first and the third,
gettin' everybody checked
Make 'em block the wood, you ain't
gettin' everybody stretched
I done made it out, saw 'em
met your fuck nigga neck
Don't know what I want, new
jacket for Patek (Flip)
Every time you move, you gotta
move with a rocket (Bah)
Lookin' at this drip, you see
a pool in the faucet (Bling)
Designer hit the mil', come straight
from the trap (Yeah)
She know I got racks, so she do
it more sloppy (It's Gucci)
But she ain't gettin' shit outta
none of these pockets (Ha)
Can't nobody pop shit the
way I pop it (Ha)
Million-dollar watch on my
wrist, no cappin' (Bling)
Say he got money, wah-wah,
what happened? (Wah)
Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich,
go platinum (Go, go)
I know the feds watchin', but
12 can't stop me (Stoppin')
The best came in, I pulled up
with shoppin' (Pulled up)
Pull up in a Dawn and the top
still droppin' (The Dawn)
They let me outta jail and the
price still hoppin' ('Wop)
Cartel mailbox money so dirty,
you could smell my money (Ah)
I'm cool by my money if you
only better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money
and I look like money
And I don't really need new friends
So please stop callin' me "twin,
" don't say that shit again
You ain't never killed no man
So you could never fit in my
skin, it's Big Gucci Mane
Every time you move, you gotta
move with a rocket (Ha)
Lookin' at this drip, you
see a pool in the faucet
And got a coconut scale, but
it hit like we boxin'
Know I got racks, so she
do it more sloppy
Same young nigga still
post in the tree
On a plane with an opp, 'bout
to go off in this shit
I don't even like flyin',
can't move with a stick
Call my junkie out the junker, he
could pull up with the stick
On the phone with him now,
he gon' pull up by six
Talkin' 'bout tappin' in,
I ain't tappin' in shit
You ain't tap in with me
before a nigga rich
When my homie poppin' Percocet,
dawg sayin' that he rich
Smokin' weed, kick everybody,
married in this bitch
From the street, now a nigga
really married to this shit
I was broke in a bitch, now
I'm havin' all the strip
Need blue cheese, sellin' it,
now add it to the mix
Went from new door with the crack
stick, add it on the list
Glock.17, nothin' added but a switch
Got this shit up out the mud,
wouldn't hand it to a nigga
.40 lay with me a rat, they
gon' lay with me a killer
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