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lirik lagu jack harlow - what's poppin mega-remix

(verse 1 : machine gun kelly)
what’s poppin’?
just f~cked my ex, i rawed it
two x of the mushroom chocolate
two x on neck, i’m frostbit
stay dressin’, no balsamic
got commas, comme des garçons’d it
cup got ice cubes like compton
chef n0bu, cook me raw fish
long beards but the squad’s not amish
just bosses, dropouts and convicts
wallet’s bigger than chris wallace
dead presidents inside, it’s haunted
yellow tape where i’m from, stay cautious
made mixtapes wearin’ shirts with the horses
it’s been a minute since i gave a f~ck about a critic’s
opinion but they keep on forgettin’ where the bars went
old~timers, d~mn, y’all got alzheimer’s?
can’t say what your subconscious think
be honest y’all hate that i switch genres
f~ck models, switch condoms
eat beef like mcdonald’s
eat rappers, jeff dahmer
top five of the young rhymers
been sick, no virus
i’m an og now, i do not pay homage
look, i’m a cleveland cavalier
drivin’ foreign engineer
at the fashion week in paris
cinderella on my terrace
glass slipper on the stairs
ass fatter than shakira’s
i saw her live at the super bowl
i was in town for a movie role
toosie slide in the booty hole
smokin’ woods, eatin’ tuna roll
playing cards like it’s yu~gi~oh!
and i was only in the studio
i wake up, i’m moody, i roll up some fruity
that have more colors than a coogi coat
i’m not a rapper that talk ’bout designer
but this is from virgil and louis though
inside my closet’s a million options, i put on all black like a funeral
i hop out the plane in pajamas, i do this sh~t daily, i don’t even plan it, woah
(verse 2 : dax)
what’s poppin’?
if i’m not, b~tch, you toxic
if you can make a song with no hook and make it go viral
please, b~tch, drop it
throwing up hits, get it? i vomit
throwing up bricks, get it? you’re onyx
my bars poke ya, mon’
don’t get in the way when i come through the lane and start jammin’
smoking this beat like a rastafarian
had to fish my drip just to acquire~em’
get it? aquarium, fish, water
had to work hard just to drip harder
cut the beat then slowly fade it in like a middle~class neighborhood barber (f~ck!)
let’s pause it
i’m 6 feet like the sp~ce recommended for covid
19 bars already put this beat in a coffin
if you say you’re better, you’re kap like colin
if you want a feature, text us like austin, we will reply in august!
2 guns in my pocket
see these? (cds?) you better walk, man!
i’ma bodman (batman) how this beat i’m robin
i’m cold but i’m not common
i’m in this b~tch
one stroke to the hole but i’m not f~cking, b~tch, i’m golfing
people say they could do better, they just talking
i’m about to toss ’em
i’m not sold on you but the way i celt~ic, i could live in boston
these bars don’t come around too often
they connect like sprint, ketchup, b~tch, why are you jogging?
you mustard, i’m a youtube rapper
well, if i am, then why ain’t i vlogging?
that’s what they try to say and stop him
but his punchlines won’t let them box him in
my mic’s enticing (mikes in tyson) them to think this holyfield is a boxing ring (ugh)
god, what’s the point of rapping these words?
i would probably make more money if i spent all my time doing what the mainstream prefers
but i ain’t finna follow the sheep inside that herd
one hit’ll make ’em wonder when i spit my verse
n~ggas thinking that they rapping wit’ me is absurd
i be preying on these beats but i’m not in no church
i’m due like rent on the 1st of the month
bruce lee with the flips, b~tch, i do my own stunts
these n~gga get (moon)ed when i come through
so ass, they could probably be my suns
i’m bout to get technically technical
so many flows, i be rapping with tentacles
if after this, you’re still skeptical
i will have to set you straight like a heteros~xual
my wordplay’s highly impeccable
so impeccable
90 percent of the bars in this song are not even detectable
and if you did hypothetically, you wouldn’t see how they’re three~dimensional
what’s poppin’? if i’m not by 2021, then this rap game’s garbage
i don’t remix beats, i k!ll them then i pay homage
my bars link like sausage
i always hit it on the nail like polish
this rap sh~t’s gotta be my calling
i go
bing, bing, bing, bing!
b~tch, i finished college
how do you think i got all this knowledge
shooting it up, yeah, the n~gga was ballin’
getting my cheese like i’m out in wisconsin
i went bing, bing, bing!
how am i finished? i ain’t even started
’bout to go dumb like i’m going r~t~rded
if you talk rap, i go the hardest (yeah)
(verse 3 : joyner lucas)
what’s gucci? (joyner)
boston b~tch, she bougie (yeah, yeah)
yeah, you goofy
told n~ggas, “you don’t like me? shoot me”
and if you don’t wanna fight me, sue me
guaranteed n~ggas won’t like the new me
this feel like a spike lee movie
room full of hoes and i might get choosy
please excuse me
all of my moves are carefully planned
don’t play with me, i’m a family man
i put your b~tch on my family plan
my mansion lookin’ like fantasy land
i bought a beach with some canada sand
all of my moves are carefully planned
i’m two steps ahead like nigerian scams (word)
now hand me the benz
you in the crib and i’m here with the fans
my b~tch got titties like pamela and’
and she wanna f~ck in a janitor’s van
i’m ’bout to turn to a psycho
you ’bout to see my true colors like michael
i’m ’bout to pick n~ggas up with a rifle
i never lit n~ggas up but i might though
i’m a cool n~gga but i can get spiteful
i’m ’bouta f~ck this sh~t up like a typo
you do not know me, no, we ain’t related
and we ain’t got mutual friends that i might know
i don’t wanna be acquainted regardless
every b~tch i ever been with told me i’m heartless
i don’t trust a single motherf~cker, i’m cautious
i can never win, they want me up in a coffin
way before i started winnin’, had a couple of losses
had to make a livin’ out my mother’s apartment
wasn’t too much opportunity to come up in boston
i was f~cking exhausted, i was done with the talkin’
i was workin’ odd jobs, had me stuck in the office
on god, i was outside runnin’ and walkin’ nonstop
on a dark block, duckin’ and dodgin’ all cops
’til they all stop, buckin’ and sparkin’ all glocks
’til my heart stops workin’ at ten breaths
i benchpress any f~ck n~gga relentless
i been dead, i ain’t put you n~ggas to bed yet
the bed wet, this a wet dream of wet s~x wit’ rednecks
why am i not allowed to feel, to feel free?
i learned from god, whatever will, just will be
i bet you prolly wanna k!ll, to k!ll me
the cops who k!lled breonna taylor still free
and george floyd’d prolly k!ll to still breathe
how many black lives did they k!ll to k!ll me?
i protest but we still feel no real peace
i hear no relief, i still don’t feel free
and man i hate f~cked up rules
got a f~cked up head with some f~cked up screws
b~tch, please don’t put me in a f~cked up mood
got twin nines, and we play duck, duck, goose
better jump up, move ‘fore i bum~rush
n~ggas get lumped up too, i’m in a f~cked up mood
i don’t even trust me, why the f~ck trust you?
three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, n~gga
i’m with the fam
b~tch, you a pig, i don’t f~ck with no ham
all y’all been sleepin’, i’m tuckin’ you in
i built a label then upped the advance
please don’t compare me to none of these scrams
i’m buildin’ my brand, you stuck in the ground
i took advantage and stuck to the plan (joyner)
f~ck is you sayin’?
what’s gucci?
(verse 4 : logic)
(uh, uh) it’s more about fun
had a simple way for my son
been a good ride but i’m done
weight on my shoulders it’s ton
i get it done
i did it back to back to back to platinum plack to plack to plack
don’t give a f~ck about that
when i did it i knew i would do it
i rue it…

(verse 4 : dax)
rapping is critical
i embody each and every word and every syllable
i put all of me inside in each and every visual
i’m addicted to working, you’re barely seeing my pinnacle
mental and all the physical
so i’m never divisible
if you thought i was, you’re dirty and pitiful
you can go and get a knife and cut off all of your genitals
how i come with this lyrical
makes me d~mn near invincible
if they wanna battle, they can’t win!
how i come in is criminal
make a hater feel miserable
when i get up and do my dance!
you don’t gotta say it no more
we all know that i’m bringing that stamina
eating beats like an animal
naija boi outta africa
grew up hooping in canada who used to be a ja—
jan~janit—
y’all finish the sentence

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