Bubble Pop
This goes out to my peoples who I love a lot / Del with another hot joint named Bubble Pop / It's just me commentating on helium heads who be hating, I'm deflating / Building a rep from game innovation / Still in effect they feel penetration / Peeling them back like a tall sealing a crack / Mind state kind of militant black / So, I'm willing to back whatever I say with acts / While suckas play favorites or play the back/ Lick ass for a scheme to get past go / But I'ma let them stroll down the golden road / And you know they hate it when they find out the bricks is gold and plated / I told you ancient ass niggas you can't even hold your weight in proportion in weight, there's more son / Cause niggas really don't care if you a thug they or not / This is Del and the jam is the bubble pop
(Chorus)
Why do you think that you are all that? Cause you ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? Cause you ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? Cause you ain't, motherfucka
Yeah that's the way is goes / Diesel from the the land of the Raiders holmes / You played yourself trying to fade the Del - fonica any lyric that you comment on / Cause niggas will say damn, you kinda dumb / I'm too sly and cunning / 100 miles and running, on diesel power / So see you cowards / I'm pleasing thousands but you ain't leaving housing / Stop the evil frowning ask your people to teach you countenance / While I create beats to keep you bouncing / With aftershocks that eat through mountains / Since the 70's my pedigree get cheddar cheese / When I used to read Jets and Ebony's / I bet I reach even the hardest g's / Cause my artistry ain't to hard to see / Stay far from me / D love the bop / D-Bo wanna see your bubble pop
(Chorus)
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't, motherfucka
Yeah, I go coo coo for afro puffs / In blue jeans with a massive ass be stuffed / I come to see lovely honey's that's what's up / Not you money hungry hoes who be fast as fuck / You're ass is stuck in la la land / The next morning talking about how dry I am / Tell people I'm mean, damn right I am / But what you like so bad is that I'm like your dad / A hoe will compromise themselves for pleasures they want at the time / Do anything for anybody / Now you tell me who's really sorry / You used to have an appealing body / Till you let niggas ride the wheels off the trolley / You probably feel that you're still not a harlot / You see me and then you feel all retarded / Hoes will sell your love for knots a dub what / Get yo bubble popped, bitch
(Chorus)
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't (Repeat 4x)
Del ad-lib with the chorus
(Chorus)
Why do you think that you are all that? Cause you ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? Cause you ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? Cause you ain't, motherfucka
Yeah that's the way is goes / Diesel from the the land of the Raiders holmes / You played yourself trying to fade the Del - fonica any lyric that you comment on / Cause niggas will say damn, you kinda dumb / I'm too sly and cunning / 100 miles and running, on diesel power / So see you cowards / I'm pleasing thousands but you ain't leaving housing / Stop the evil frowning ask your people to teach you countenance / While I create beats to keep you bouncing / With aftershocks that eat through mountains / Since the 70's my pedigree get cheddar cheese / When I used to read Jets and Ebony's / I bet I reach even the hardest g's / Cause my artistry ain't to hard to see / Stay far from me / D love the bop / D-Bo wanna see your bubble pop
(Chorus)
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't, motherfucka
Yeah, I go coo coo for afro puffs / In blue jeans with a massive ass be stuffed / I come to see lovely honey's that's what's up / Not you money hungry hoes who be fast as fuck / You're ass is stuck in la la land / The next morning talking about how dry I am / Tell people I'm mean, damn right I am / But what you like so bad is that I'm like your dad / A hoe will compromise themselves for pleasures they want at the time / Do anything for anybody / Now you tell me who's really sorry / You used to have an appealing body / Till you let niggas ride the wheels off the trolley / You probably feel that you're still not a harlot / You see me and then you feel all retarded / Hoes will sell your love for knots a dub what / Get yo bubble popped, bitch
(Chorus)
Why do you think that you are all that? You ain't (Repeat 4x)
Del ad-lib with the chorus
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Writer(s): Dylan Berry, Noah Lifschey
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