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pop yo shit - veeze lyrics

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[intro]
(i’m servin’ base, b*tch, i’m in this b*tch with basskids), yeah
greatest rapper alive in the booth, man, you know?
(ddot cold as a motherf*cker, on god)
gang, gang
ganger

[chours]
yeah, young n*gga talk yo’ sh*t (yeah)
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t (young n*gga, pop it)
young n*gga, talk yo’ sh*t (young n*gga, talk)
young n*gga, talk yo’ sh*t (come on, n*gga, talk yo’ sh*t)
young n*gga, talk yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t

[verse 1]
young n*gga h*lla lit, b*tch on the ‘net wanna marry me (no cap)
young n*gga section lit, ho, let me pour champagne on you (ooh)
young n*gga gettin’ some wet ass head, this b*tch brain stormin’ (eugh)
young n*gga d*mn near jiffy lube how i drink oil (what the f*ck?)
hold on, run that young n*gga back, young n*gga said sum’ (what he say?)
give that young n*gga sp*ce, young n*gga outfit four grand on it (frrt, frrt)
young n*gga ride in that track’, but it’s a strike, switch the vin on ’em (skrrt)
young n*gga get “i love you” text from a b*tch, but it’s a thin line (i swear to god)
young n*gga p like penn, huh
young n*gga, i got pin stripes (i swear to god)
young n*gga got too much pride, he don’t wanna put no leg work
young n*gga, i’m big bro now, lil’ bro’s make my head hurt
i’m a young n*gga, i f*cked first, she wanna go on a date first (h*ll nah)
[chorus]
yeah, we high as sh*t
young n*gga, talk yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, talk yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t

[verse 2]
all my young n*ggas got switches, they don’t rap, they drill sh*t
she wanna prove she a down ass b*tch, she toppin’ me, no ten sh*t
i got yo’ back, feel like that’s twin sh*t, no friend sh*t
i got some money so d*mn old, i built the pyramids
bankroll in my denim, like pita bread, that’s thick sh*t (no cap)
she wanna see me so bad, fly overseas on spirit (haha)
young n*gga, flyin’ first class, like i said i play for the pistons
young n*gga on lean so bad, might see it when he p*ssin’, no cap

[chours]
young n*gga talk yo’ sh*t
young n*gga talk yo’ sh*t
young n*gga talk yo’ sh*t
n*gga talk yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
[verse 3]
this young n*gga think he jigga man, sippin’ pop ‘n’ cris’
this young n*gga really g.o.a.t. status, don’t need freshman list
i can’t lie, i call a hit, them boys’ll k!ll the president
that young n*gga pray hard at night, somehow i just can’t catch his ass
sometimes i think to myself these hoes so messy, i don’t know why i text they ass
sometimes i look in the mirror and say “you so dope, you need you a cartel stamp”
girl just pulled out the selfie cam, relax, don’t have a heart attack (stop shaking)
right now, i’m fresh like peppermint, this outfit can help yo’ breath
i need to lay off the drugs a bit, see wockhardt, hear wedding bell
spend so much on foreign clothes, think i helped with america’s debt

[chorus]
young n*gga, pop yo’ sh*t
young n*gga talk yo’ sh*t
young n*gga talk yo’ sh*t (yall n*ggas r*t*rded, man)
young n*gga talk yo’ sh*t

[outro]
young n*gga crazy, man
keep that like that

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