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lirik lagu big sad 1900 - let's get it poppin

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[intro]
(what up, uce?)
—it’s like, n~gga
we in this b~tch, man
gettin’ all the drinks (look)

[verse 1]
when n~ggas mad up, bossed up and got it poppin’ (and got it poppin’)
and be rappin’ ’bout my life and makin’ a profit (yeah)
when you slide through the ghettos on the topic
’cause your baby mama friends know i got it (huh)
i was fightin’ cases, she was rude on the phone (b~tch, you was—)
thinkin’ to myself, she must think i ain’t comin’ home
f~ckin’ on the suckers, havin’ fun when i was gone
b~tch, f~ck you, and your mama know you wrong (b~tch, f~ck you)
n~gga, you’ll get your ass k!lled, this ain’t a song (n~gga)
pull up to your park and come, and see what n~ggas on (yeah)
remember me and bro was droppin’ activists and jones
i don’t need no help, i wanna do this sh~t alone (do this sh~t alone)
touch a lil’ money thеn start thinkin’ ’bout my ways (yeah)
do it for my kids, i gotta get up off this case (huh)
n~gga, takе your time with this sh~t, it ain’t a race
and celebrate why you here, gold bottle of ace—

[chorus]
let’s get it poppin’, every n~gga ’round me in this b~tch gon’ do some violence (yeah)
would’ve took your word, but i just know that you be lyin’ (yeah)
look you in your eyes, you know you wrong, you started cryin’
cool as a fan in this b~tch, i’m just vibin’
every n~gga ’round me in this b~tch gon’ keep it solid (solid)
step your head out until we hear the police sirens (police sirens)
with the came and got you by myself, but you be hidin’ (but you be hidin’)
keep your feelings off the internet, let’s keep it silent
[verse 2]
you’ve been a b~tch, n~ggas ’round you know you ain’t that (know you ain’t that)
from the heights, only raise k!llers off a cadillac (yeah)
fumbled in that stations had too much and we ain’t havin’ that (we ain’t havin’ that)
sippin’ on this double cup, i just want my granny back (huh)
n~gga, that’s a purse, talkin’ ’bout that sh~t a f~nny pack (woah)
raised in the gutter with no strap, you gettin’ popped at
this song, but ain’t this sh~t, n~gga, stop that (stop)
fiends come and ask for the blow like, “where the rocks at?” (yeah)
run it up, tryna get cuban links and watches
west la, n~gga, and them hoes know we poppin’
n~ggas know the real from the fake, you can’t knock it (can’t knock it)
i’m double cupped up just watchin’ the houston rockets
my eastside n~ggas see me out, they like, they love that (they love that)
pullin’ up in south central like, “where the drugs at?” (where the drugs at?)
bad~ass gang members runnin’ with no rugrats
you ain’t ever where the money be, you where the fun at (huh)

[chorus]
let’s get it poppin’, every n~gga ’round me in this b~tch gon’ do some violence (yeah)
would’ve took your word, but i just know that you be lyin’ (yeah)
look you in your eyes, you know you wrong, you started cryin’
cool as a fan in this b~tch, i’m just vibin’
every n~gga ’round me in this b~tch gon’ keep it solid (solid)
step your head out until we hear the police sirens (police sirens)
with the came and got you by myself, but you be hidin’ (but you be hidin’)
keep your feelings off the internet, let’s keep it silent


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