Lyrics to Pop The Half
Impossible Dreams Music Group
Whoop, Montaga, Don Valley
She popped a half, got her titties shown
That bitch bad, with no panties on
Count cash, is my favorite song
That cool black, but the baby chrome
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it
Fly by that plane ready, tell up, bring no luggage
Might just go ghost fucking, white bitch got no stomach
Coke boys they ain't ready, wave guys they all love it
Cash in the zone, prolly with four or five bitches tryna show on it, prolly
Four or five years and I'll be gone, prolly
Probably with my dogs high, sitting on the throne, prolly, yeah
These niggas on our deck (On our dеck)
Our products are the best (Thе best, baby)
Our music is the shit (The shit)
These niggas need a lift (Need a lift)
I do this shit for less (Less, baby)
I get up in they head (Get up in they head)
Then I get up in they bed
Yeah, we H-Boom, Coon, True Hustlers
Give me all the energy, it's up, you can muster
New attitude, new mood, new clusters
Gallon of the booze if it snooze you too rusty
Some other type of nigga, it's so hard to explain it
Powers is the way, it's so hard to contain it
Bigger ball to sneeze back, be so hopeful
You see him in the streets, he's a local (Hey)
That slick ass nigga there with the charm and debonair
When I wave my arm I make alarms
Bullet the stairs, stolen you niggas and now I'm home
Pull up a chair, these niggas is old, they goin' home
I couldn't care
She popped a half, got her titties shown
That bitch bad, with no panties on
Count cash, is my favorite song
That cool black, but the baby chrome
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it
Fly by that plane ready, tell up, bring no luggage
Might just go ghost fucking, white bitch got no stomach
Coke boys they ain't ready, wave guys they all love it
Cash in the zone, prolly with four or five bitches tryna show on it, prolly
Four or five years and I'll be gone, prolly
Probably with my dogs high, sitting on the throne, prolly, yeah
These niggas on our deck (On our deck)
Our products are the best (The best, baby)
Our music is the shit (The shit)
These niggas need a lift (Need a lift)
I do this shit for less (Less, baby)
I get up in they head (Get up in they head)
Then I get up in they bed
Whoop, Montaga, Don Valley
She popped a half, got her titties shown
That bitch bad, with no panties on
Count cash, is my favorite song
That cool black, but the baby chrome
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it
Fly by that plane ready, tell up, bring no luggage
Might just go ghost fucking, white bitch got no stomach
Coke boys they ain't ready, wave guys they all love it
Cash in the zone, prolly with four or five bitches tryna show on it, prolly
Four or five years and I'll be gone, prolly
Probably with my dogs high, sitting on the throne, prolly, yeah
These niggas on our deck (On our dеck)
Our products are the best (Thе best, baby)
Our music is the shit (The shit)
These niggas need a lift (Need a lift)
I do this shit for less (Less, baby)
I get up in they head (Get up in they head)
Then I get up in they bed
Yeah, we H-Boom, Coon, True Hustlers
Give me all the energy, it's up, you can muster
New attitude, new mood, new clusters
Gallon of the booze if it snooze you too rusty
Some other type of nigga, it's so hard to explain it
Powers is the way, it's so hard to contain it
Bigger ball to sneeze back, be so hopeful
You see him in the streets, he's a local (Hey)
That slick ass nigga there with the charm and debonair
When I wave my arm I make alarms
Bullet the stairs, stolen you niggas and now I'm home
Pull up a chair, these niggas is old, they goin' home
I couldn't care
She popped a half, got her titties shown
That bitch bad, with no panties on
Count cash, is my favorite song
That cool black, but the baby chrome
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it
Fly by that plane ready, tell up, bring no luggage
Might just go ghost fucking, white bitch got no stomach
Coke boys they ain't ready, wave guys they all love it
Cash in the zone, prolly with four or five bitches tryna show on it, prolly
Four or five years and I'll be gone, prolly
Probably with my dogs high, sitting on the throne, prolly, yeah
These niggas on our deck (On our deck)
Our products are the best (The best, baby)
Our music is the shit (The shit)
These niggas need a lift (Need a lift)
I do this shit for less (Less, baby)
I get up in they head (Get up in they head)
Then I get up in they bed
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