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i feel like pop smoke - ch€@z! lyrics

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[hook]
lovin’ my voice how i say shii
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah!)
jackboys jumpin’ out the cactus
i feel like pop smoke
(yah!)
hot b*tches fvcked up on dirty
yellin’ “dior dior”
(dior)
hotbox in my room or trillaz
nikka we poppin’ smoke
(iyeah)
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah)
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah)
throwin’ these parties in tee’s crib
we fvckin’ all these hoes
(we are)
catch jumpoutboy at the trap house
he fvckin’ all these hoes
(hoes)
he eatin’ all these hoes
(eatin’ em)
he feel likе pop smoke
(yuh)
[verse 1]
i finna pop
(yuh)
i’m always aimin’ at the top
(at to the top)
thеse b*tches blame me cause i give em babies
me and my momma never had ‘the talk’
(nuh)
but do you think i’m crazy?
that i’d let these ladies
drop their awesome panties and hit raw?
or do you think i’m lazy with my c*ck?
but do you think i’m flamy on my songs?
(on my songs)
because i’m disengaging in being named the same
with all these different artists for the job
(for the job)
because i’m cheaz tha nikka
and i’m cold as ice but i inflame the mic when i talk
(when i talk)
i melt down the stu with my voice
(voice)
i got daizyson on the prod
(on the prod)
i got three hot cutie pies who want some photographs
i bet they’ll end up on my floor
i’ll get one more round before they go
and i don’t think i’ll even take em home
i’ll just tell em “please leave me alone”
i done called an uber on my phone
and now it’s waitin’ for ya’ll out the door
i got a hotbox session with the bros
we gotta make em hits for the dough
and we finna make it with these hits we makin
holy sh*t i’m poppin’ while i smoke
[hook]
lovin’ my voice how i say shii
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah!)
jackboys jumpin’ out the cactus
i feel like pop smoke
(yah!)
hot b*tches fvcked up on dirty
yellin’ “dior dior”
(dior)
hotbox in my room or trillaz
nikka we poppin’ smoke
(iyeah)
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah)
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah)
throwin’ these parties in tee’s crib
we fvckin’ all these hoes
(we are)
catch jumpoutboy at the trap house
he fvckin’ all these hoes
(hoes)
he eatin’ all these hoes
(eatin’ em)
he feel like pop smoke
(yuh)
[verse 2]
why can’t i be a normal human being?
that doesn’t even really smoke the cannabis?
cause i’m the typa nikka really likes the weed
best believe my lyrics finna k!ll a ganja beat
why i do this shii?… for my family
for the tripple double digits that they won’t believe
and also for me so i be really free
make the money grow tall on my family tree
nikkas never catchin’ zzs cause they sellin’ their dreams
nikkas don’t have all the spices but they startin’ a beef
nikkas wanna make a mill from a record deal
when they could make a billion with just their own team
nikkas outchea lookin green but i’m the realest beast
careful when you sippin’ lean you might fall off a cliff
when you date a crazy b she might c off your d
the c for ‘cut it’
my neck, wrist feel like a fridge your b*tch gonn bust it, yeah
i don’t play boy i carti, yeah
i don’t chase they run for me, yeah
it’s big a when i’m shoppin’ yeah
flood the place when i rock it, yeah
cannot wait for the days
when i won’t have to take a flight with the public, yeah
private plane
takin’ all the different routes day or night with no budget

[verse 3 * nappydread.spiceb0y]
nappydread.spiceb0y in the buildin’ my man
i be.. passed out with the blunt in my hand
and i didn’t even light it i be fvcked up on xans
my b*tch… right here and she waitin’ for s*x
i don’t think i’mma remember anything or her name
cause i… know tomorrow it’s just gonn be the same
it’s just gonn be different bottles, different hoes with the gang
nikkas… ask how and i tell em they lovin’ my voice how i say shiiiii

[hook]
lovin’ my voice how i say shii
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah!)
jackboys jumpin’ out the cactus
i feel like pop smoke
(yah!)
hot b*tches fvcked up on dirty
yellin’ “dior dior”
(dior)
hotbox in my room or trillaz
nikka we poppin’ smoke
(iyeah)
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah)
i feel like pop smoke
(yeah)
throwin’ these parties in tee’s crib
we fvckin’ all these hoes
(we are)
catch jumpoutboy at the trap house
he fvckin’ all these hoes
(hoes)
he eatin’ all these hoes
(eatin’ em)
he feel like pop smoke
(yuh)

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