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bout a million - pop smoke lyrics

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 b*tches love me ’cause i’m catchy (catchy)
bad b*tch (bad b*tch), sassy (sassy)
she got that fire like a dragon (dragon)
look, big body, wagon
i remember i ain’t have it
twenty*one, i’m a savage
i got twenty*one in the carats
throwin’ bullets
throwin’ bullets like i’m madden
leave that n*gga in a casket

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
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
for all my n*ggas, for all my n*ggas baow

b*tch, blitz, crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
we still steppin’, we still stretch sh*t
what’s on me? a fn, a fn, a f&n
took my b*tch up out the taurus, put her in a benz
that b*tch there ain’t worth a quarter, i f*ck with tens
right after she said: i couldn’t, i f*cked again
earrings on me look like boogers, b*tch, 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
buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin’ for fame (p*ssy)
ain’t no secret, big 4l’s, them f*ckboys know what i claim (p*ssy)
richard mille, copped without a show*box (21)
four*five, make you do the hold up (21)
pop smoke, gun smoke, same thang ssame thang)
i’m on the block slangin’ cold cuts (cut)
say you got a body, n*gga, so what? (21)
terrorize sh*t, we got a whole bunch (b*tch)
none of my opps ain’t on nothin’ (p*ssy)
broke ass b*tches got one gun (21, 21)
she get so wet and slippery (slippery)
she screamin’ and yellin’: put d*ck 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 bullsh*t get to me (21)
switches on the glocks, rest in p*ss to all my opps (21)
we treat beef like albums, n*gga, all that sh*t get dropped (on god)
i ain’t got no brain, i spent your budget on my watch (p*ssy, 21)

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 (made a quarter)
then i bought twenty chops for the hood (on god)
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

- pop smoke lyrics

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