Been Poppin (feat. B'lon)
Bitch I always been poppin' she giving me noggin
I'm deep in her neck yeah I'm deep in her throat
And the cameras come out when I'm walking the dog
I invest in myself while you taking out loans
Conducting some jazz, Karl Malone
Smacking that ass, bitch turning me on
I reach in my pocket she tell me stop it
She tell me it's me not the money she want
She tell me it's me that she want
She want me to smack on that ass like a drum
She calling me daddy so I take her home
Secure me a baddy I know that I'm on
Like fuck do you want
Too many fakes in your zone
Look at my face not your phone
See that I'm gone
I been smoking since the morning
Living my life but I'm focused
Look at my eyes you can tell that I'm high that I'm on one
You could tell that I'm one of these guys
That be putting no trust in these hoes huh
Cause they doing the most
You could tell I'm from the coast
Where we do donuts in Ghosts
Let's make a toast
Shoutout the bros
I'm with Mir & B we stealing ya hoes
Look at my face don't look at your phone
Steady pocket watching bitch that's the type of shit that get you gone
Got the shit on my own ain't nobody put me on
Rest In Peace to those gone I'm the one to keep it goin
Bitch I always been poppin' she giving me noggin
I'm deep in her neck yeah I'm deep in her throat
And the cameras come out when I'm walking the dog
I invest in myself while you taking out loans
Conducting some jazz, Karl Malone
Smacking that ass, bitch turning me on
I reach in my pocket she tell me stop it
She tell me it's me not the money she want
I'm deep in her neck yeah I'm deep in her throat
And the cameras come out when I'm walking the dog
I invest in myself while you taking out loans
Conducting some jazz, Karl Malone
Smacking that ass, bitch turning me on
I reach in my pocket she tell me stop it
She tell me it's me not the money she want
She tell me it's me that she want
She want me to smack on that ass like a drum
She calling me daddy so I take her home
Secure me a baddy I know that I'm on
Like fuck do you want
Too many fakes in your zone
Look at my face not your phone
See that I'm gone
I been smoking since the morning
Living my life but I'm focused
Look at my eyes you can tell that I'm high that I'm on one
You could tell that I'm one of these guys
That be putting no trust in these hoes huh
Cause they doing the most
You could tell I'm from the coast
Where we do donuts in Ghosts
Let's make a toast
Shoutout the bros
I'm with Mir & B we stealing ya hoes
Look at my face don't look at your phone
Steady pocket watching bitch that's the type of shit that get you gone
Got the shit on my own ain't nobody put me on
Rest In Peace to those gone I'm the one to keep it goin
Bitch I always been poppin' she giving me noggin
I'm deep in her neck yeah I'm deep in her throat
And the cameras come out when I'm walking the dog
I invest in myself while you taking out loans
Conducting some jazz, Karl Malone
Smacking that ass, bitch turning me on
I reach in my pocket she tell me stop it
She tell me it's me not the money she want
Credits
Writer(s): Sammy Pollard
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