Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
CEO Trayle

Poppin' Shit

 

Poppin' Shit


Uh, yeah
Uh
Here come junky Johnny, ask him what he tryna get (His name is Kino Beats)
I sent lil' Imani, you know he think with his dick (Trauma Tone)

I been popping shit and my Glock, I pop it
Bitch exotic, white like Dolly
We go Scotty, Be-Vo-Latti
Get more head, then he got body
She got more bread than she got body
High speeding through the projects
Big Backdoor finna grow exotics
When you see the opps, up score, don't stop it

Yeah, we breaking bread at the table
Bitch, I'm the head of the label
Fuck on a bitch every weekend, she might call me Abel
She tryna get married, I said I'm disabled
What do you bring to the table?
Bitch, I'm the whole fucking table
I'm the chairs and the plates and the ankles
Triple crossed and I broke a bitch ankles
Photographer catching my angles
Told my bitch my back be hurting, it dangle
Don't let the money come change you
Money be bringing out feelings
They try to come back and they act like it ain't true
They got you on camera and you tryna sit here and act like it ain't you
Bitch say, "Why everybody wanna date you?"
I want you to suck it, but I need my space too
In a space coupe and it's bulletproof, you try to shoot at it
From the law, I'ma run, I'm a fugitive
Try take my chain, they'll be reading his eulogy
Got a gun and it came with a cooling kit
Gotta cool this bitch down when I'm shooting it
Day going good, bitch might ruin it
They say my flow getting nasty like sewerage
And I can't stop 'til I'm super rich
Don't open that door, I don't give a fuck who it is
Yeah, uh, say you gon' shoot, then do it then
Mr. Backdoor, he the hooligan
Walk in the spot, they be like, "Damn, not you again"
Is you smoking the drugs or you moving it?
A supplier or you the one doing it?
I won't come if I can't get the brew in it
I don't want no bitch that want no tea, uh, my bitch want M's
We can make a sex tape just like Ray J, Kim
Bitch, don't go, I'm blem, yeah
Percocet drop, then my flow start trim
Something to put the Goyard in
Say you a ho if they pull your ho card again
I don't wanna see no yard again

I been popping shit and my Glock, I pop it
Bitch exotic, white like Dolly
We go Scotty, Be-Vo-Latti
Get more head, then he got body
She got more bread than she got body
High speeding through the projects
Big Backdoor finna grow exotics
When you see the opps, up score, don't stop it

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?