designa (corvette corvette, pt. 2) - popp hunna lyrics
[intro]
they be like, “popp, how the f*ck do you walk like this?”
they be like, “popp, why the f*ck do you talk like this?”
(dagur going stupid)
how you walk like this?
how you talk like this?
(d*mn, ethan, you done did it again)
yeah
[chorus]
she want that dior and she want gucci, gucci, gucci (let’s go)
she wanna rock burberry and she want louis, louis, louis (she wanna look cute)
she want that prada and the gucci on the belt (that prada)
this b*tch want fendi and versace for the smell (versace, versace)
she want that dior and she want gucci, gucci, gucci (gucci)
she wanna rock burberry and she want louis, louis, louis (that louis, that louis)
she want that prada and the gucci on the belt (gucci on the belt)
this b*tch want fendi and versace for the smell
[verse]
uh, she wasn’t fire late year, got her some drip, she a dime
uh, i hit that b*tch from the back, i’m trying to blow out her spine
uh, she wanna stay on my side, she wanna be like a knight
uh, she wanna f*ck and suck, she wanna do it all night
okay, i told her i’m with it
she asked me what’s up and i told her, “let’s get it”
but i ain’t doin’ no cuffing, i’m young and i’m lit and i can’t be committed
uh, can’t be committed
uh, yeah, i admit it
yeah, i turned a two to a four, they trying to see how i did it
uh, b*tch, why you snap like this?
they be like, “popp, why you rap like this?”
b*tch, and i talk like that
they still trying to figure out how i walk like that
b*tch, ’cause i got cash
that’s probably why all these girls in my jag’
b*tch, i ain’t got no manners
i’ll hang up and i won’t call back
[chorus]
she want that dior and she want gucci, gucci, gucci (let’s go)
she wanna rock burberry and she want louis, louis, louis (she wanna look cute)
she want that prada and the gucci on the belt (that prada)
this b*tch want fendi and versace for the smell (versace, versace)
she want that dior and she want gucci, gucci, gucci (gucci)
she wanna rock burberry and she want louis, louis, louis (that louis, that louis)
she want that prada and the gucci on the belt (gucci on the belt)
this b*tch want fendi and versace for the smell
[outro]
uh*oh, you is in trouble
uh*oh, you is in trouble
uh*oh, you is in trouble
you is in trouble
it’s hunna, yeah
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