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poppin it - richie re lyrics

poppin it lyrics
[intro: richie re]
first of all
you little bummy*ass b*tches could never (never)
you know, rich b*tch sh*t
we like to pop our sh*t sometimes (yeah)
no bum sh*t (d. sims)
no bum sh*t (ayy, fire that blunt up, brannew)
b*tch, huh

[chorus: richie re]
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh)
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh?)
you poppin’ it, i’m poppin’ it
i’m poppin’ it, yeah
you poppin’ it, yeah
we poppin’ it, huh

[verse 1: richie re]
poppin’ my sh*t
just hit a mil’ and the rollie don’t tick, yeah, yeah (yeah)
pop my sh*t, yeah, yeah
b*tch stay lit, yeah, yeah (lit)
diamonds in my ear lookin’ like glaciers (glaciers)
saved by the bell, no slater, b*tch
488, no racer, b*tch (what?)
new crib sittin’ on acres
boss b*tch and a rich b*tch
you a broke ho and a cheap b*tch (hah)
keep talkin’ ’bout you got racks
b*tch, is it from suckin’ all these sacks?
run around f*ckin’ these f*ckboy n*ggas
broke b*tch, don’t n0body want your n*gga
ugh, just nasty
he can’t afford me anyway
[verse 2: hardo]
b*tch, i got a bag, i’m never pressin’ (bag)
really one of the last real n*ggas left (real n*gga)
aimin’ at the head, so f*ck a vest (at a n*gga head)
fly my head nurse out, i’m obsessed (real sh*t), huh?
i can afford any b*tch i want (any b*tch)
wearin’ two rollies just for lunch (two)
i was a parolee, sixty months (real sh*t)
tennis shoes cost a p of runtz (huh?)
i done hit your b*tch in every trap
puttin’ rubber bands on every stack
always uptown, so what’s the haps? (uptown)
i’ma bend it over, break her back (oh)
trappin’ out a house
young n*ggas, got ’em runnin’ in and out
if that ass fat, i’m floodin’ that account (ayy)
count a hundred grand and put it in her mouth, huh? (ayy)
grilled up like a n*gga from the south (bling)
pilled up, tryna air a n*gga out
pulled up in a bentley, clear it out (skrrt)
pull that b*tch head, makeup smearin’ ’round (huh?)
real n*gga, i be poppin’ that sh*t
first thing, i be walkin’ that sh*t (walkin’ that)
no cane, gotta walk with that stick (huh?)
new chain done cost me two bricks
[chorus: richie re]
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh)
poppin’ it, poppin’ it (yeah)
i’m poppin’ it, yeah (huh?)
you poppin’ it, i’m poppin’ it
i’m poppin’ it, yeah
you poppin’ it, yeah
we poppin’ it, huh

[verse 3: richie re]
you want the life of a rich b*tch (rich b*tch)
we do not f*ck with you lame hoes (lame hoes)
most of y’all f*ckin’ the same n*gga (ugh)
run around sharin’ the same clothes (hrrr)
i can’t relate to you wh0res
wake up and run up a check when i’m bored
show me the plane and i’m ready to board
make a n*gga leave you, melissa ford, hmm (come here)
meanwhile
i live the life of a p*rnstar
squirt on his face at the saint regis
you ate the d*ck in a nissan
i’m at the game on the floor seats
you sittin’ way in the nosebleeds, b*tch, huh
you sittin’ way in the nosebleeds (hrrr)
[chorus: richie re]
poppin’ it, yeah
i’m poppin’ it, huh
poppin’ it, yeah
i’m poppin’ it, huh
you poppin’ it, i’m poppin’ it
i’m poppin’ it, yeah
you poppin’ it, yeah
we poppin’ it, huh

- richie re lyrics

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