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bugatti baby (feat. tyga) - pop smoke lyrics

[intro: pop smoke]
axl
uh?
tired of n*ggas cappin’ (tired of n*ggas cappin’)
trap house mob
n*ggas frontin’ their jewels (yeah, this is a melo beat)
that is not them

[chorus: pop smoke]
(facts) look, my b*tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo (woo)
let me see some’ (let me see some’), okay, okay (i see ya), okay, okay (don’t f*ck around)

[verse 1: pop smoke]
look, you cannot say “pop” and forget the “smoke”(nah)
i’m from the floss, where n*ggas tote (woo)
they couldn’t be crips, so they turned folks (baow)
drivin’ through the ‘ville, droppin’ a choo (brr)
i gotta laugh, ’cause these n*ggas jokes (haha)
dread like, “who these n*ggas?” (who these n*ggas?)
“i don’t know” (i don’t know), but i’m on go (woo)
and i’m in that bugatti, movin’, two hundred (bah)
givin’ pumps, like, “who shot ya?” (grrt)
me and trey, that’s four choppers (woo)
man down (woo), all you see is helicopters (grr)
paramedics, pick him up, they gon’ send him to the doctor (get that n*gga)
i’m in the hood like an engine, revvin’ (trey, get that n*gga)
my checks is clearin’ (woo, woo), your checks is pending (woo, woo)
and i got a couple gangstas, let me know (it’s a fact)
if you want smoke (if you want smoke)
’cause boy i can send ’em (boy i can send ’em)
and i got a bad b*tch, ass up (hahaha)
face down (face down), yeah, she love doggy style (uh*huh)
and she got a louis bag (yeah), that hold the extendo (woo, woo)
okay, okay (okay, okay)
okay, okay (facts)
[chorus: pop smoke]
(facts) look, my b*tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo (woo)
let me see some (let me see some), okay, okay (i see ya), okay, okay (don’t f*ck around)
my b*tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo (woo, grrt)
let me see some (let me see some, bah), okay, okay (i see ya), okay, okay (don’t f*ck around)

[verse 2: tyga]
(hot)
when you hot b*tches make time
bugatti on the facetime (yeah)
hittin’ b*tches with the same line
uh? (hot)
f*ckin’ b*tches at the same time (b*tch)
billie jean, the kid ain’t mine (no)
n*ggas wanna know the low down
f*ck her on the low now you know now (hot)
next move be the best move
diamonds on the chest seen too (hot)
with a 2.5 carat ring too
ask who the hottest n*gga ain’t you (b*tch)
pop pop shot with the smoke too (hot)
when this 5 works n*ggas don’t move (bah)
gettin’ every dollar that im owed to
uh? n*gga
[chorus: pop smoke]
my b*tch go loco (okay, hot)
woo back, baby (b*tch), woo (woo)
let me see some (let me see some), okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay (don’t f*ck around)
my b*tch go loco (loco, haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo (woo, grrt)
let me see some (let me see some, bah), okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay (don’t f*ck around)

- pop smoke lyrics

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