Pop Smoke - Bout A Million (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Pop Smoke - Bout A Million (en) Lyrics
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The cheapest ring on my body
cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter
up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty
chops for the hood
Look, run down (Run down),
tag 'em (Tag 'em)
I give 'em twenty if he
catch 'em (Catch 'em)
.44 (.44), blast him (Blast him)
Hit 'em up, then I'm dashin' (Baow)
I'm poppin' (Poppin'),
I'm flashy (Flashy)
The bitches love me 'cause
I'm catchy (Catchy)
Bad bitch (Bad bitch), sassy (Sassy)
She got that fire like
a dragon (Dragon)
Look, big body, Wagon (Huh)
I remember I ain't have it (Huh)
Twenty-one, I'm a savage
(I'm a savage)
I got twenty-one in the
carats (Carats)
Throwin' bullets (Bullets)
Throwin' bullets like I'm Madden
Leave that nigga in a casket
For all my niggas, for
all my niggas, baow
Bitch, blitz, Crips, fast,
drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin', we
still stretch shit
What's on me? A FN, a FN, a F&N
Took my bitch up out the Taurus,
put her in a Benz
That bitch there ain't worth
a quarter, I fuck with tens
Right after she said, "I couldn't",
I fucked again
Earrings on me look like boogers,
bitch, I'm worth some M's
21, bang, do whatever for
the gang (On God)
Nudy gon' pop out with that
stick and I know that he
won't say a name (Ssh)
Buddy got put in a box, he
came to the wrong hood lookin'
for fame (Pussy)
Ain't no secret, big 4L's, them fuckboys
know what I claim (Pussy)
Richard Mille, copped without
a show-box (21)
Four-five, make you do
the hold up (21)
Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same
thang (Same thang)
I'm on the block slangin'
cold cuts (Cut)
Say you got a body, nigga,
so what? (21)
Terrorize shit, we got
a whole bunch (Bitch)
None of my opps ain't
on nothin' (Pussy)
Broke ass bitches got one gun (21, 21)
She get so wet and she
slippery (Slippery)
She screamin' and yellin',
"Put dick in me" (21)
Most of these jewelers
is sick of me (21)
Savage spend money ridiculously
(On God)
I ain't with all of the
bickery (Straight up)
They disappear, I know trickery
(Straight up)
He made a diss and it
tickle me (On God)
I don't let bullshit get to me (21)
Switches on the Glocks, rest
in piss to all my opps (21)
We treat beef like albums, nigga, all
that shit get dropped (On God)
I ain't got no brain, I spent your
budget on my watch (Pussy, 21)
Look, I made a quarter up in
London (Made a quarter)
Then I bought twenty chops
for the hood (On God)
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