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Don Trip

Sideline Pop

 

Sideline Pop

(альбом: Red October - 2023)


Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Yeah
Yeah

I said, get it how you live, my brother, get it in, my brother
Been chasing cake since my sister had an Easy-Bake Oven
Said, I'm coming for the M's like an Egg McMuffin (DT da Kidd)
And I still keep the stick, Hacksaw Jim Duggan (Beat those drums)
Please Google that if I lost you, I'm old-school
Just took my wife out to dinner at Nobu
That shit's expensive, but I'm still hungry, what can I say?
It's like no matter what, I never got enough on my plate
You on the internet tryna calculate what I make
Well, you a bitch and that's coming from a passionate place
No need to wonder, bitch, I meant it if I said it out loud
Aside performances, I never move around in no crowd
Add a zero every time I drop
We ball hard in the street, nigga, Sideline Pop
Get rich, why not? All the kids I got
You'd probably rather see me underneath the bridge in a box
Word to Vivica Fox, nigga, what's the procedure?
I shed a tear on that last single, Queen Latifah
Eyes closed, I'm just praying we don't see no evil
End up like Jada Pinkett tryna feed our people (I'm in a bind, Nate)
I was as heartbroken as we all was
Moral of the story is we all fucked
Add a zero every time I drop
We ball hard in the street, bitch, this Sideline Pop
Get rich, why not? Mr. Trip fire, hot
Let them hating niggas tell it, I had missed my shot
But when the smoke all clear, you see the joke's on them
My fuel tank's on F, my bank account's on M
Now all of a sudden, these niggas wanna be friends
It's the same old dance, so I call 'em Lil' Kim
Fifty rappers just studied me for a final exam
How they stating my business? Got too much time on they hands
I'm go get it for however much time I got
The bills right around the corner, so the grind don't stop
And add another zero each time I drop
We ball hard in these streets, nigga, Sideline Pop

Yeah
We ball hard in these streets, nigga, Sideline Pop
Yeah, we ball
Yeah, long life Pif
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

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