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Desiigner – Pop iiT Lyrics

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Desiigner – Pop iiT Lyrics

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[Intro]
Aye, Ah, Aye, Uh, Aye, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

[Hook/Chorus]
Popping Percocet, all night, yeah
I fell in love, yeah
I fell in love, yeah
She be whining, over drugs, yeah
She be rolling, overnight, yeah
I got a trap phone
And my bank account plenty
I want It all in a minute
I want It all I ainʼt playing
Drinking all, drinking plenty
How I get like this
Had to slow it down
Ride around in the Benz when I roll ’round
And I got a 7 seater when it goes down
Send his a-s couple shots, he with the Lord now
And I got a couple killers in the dog pound, dog poung

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[Verse]
And I got a broad
She from Portland
Bringing birds in
Got no girlfriend
It wonʼt hurt my stress
Go to Maryland
Count money
All around
I share Xans
Getting no stress
Pop a Percocet
Getting no stress
I found the wrong bean
Then I fall down
Iʼm drinking slow lean
Then I slow down
Pop a Percocet
Getting no stress
I found the wrong bean
Then I fall down
Iʼm drinking slow lean
Then I slow down
Got a 7 seater, when it go down
Pop a Percocet and It hurt your chest
Got a big nine and it hurt your vest
And I got 4 tank hit the first connect
Then I pop yo car, getting first to check
Then I f–k yo broad, getting first to neck
N—a got a get, Iʼll hearse yo jet
And I got a blonde, she my Hershey kiss
I just bought a AP, I just hurt my wrist
I just bought my AP, I just hurt yo b—h
I just bought my AP, I just hurt them n—-s
When I pull up on you, we be throwing triggers
Got my forty cal., make my boys bigger
Pay or PayPal, it ainʼt no rental
And my Lamborghini cost like five figures
I pull up on yo block with like five n—-s
I heard you fresh to death so you died n—a

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[Hook/Chorus]
Popping Percocet, all night, yeah
I fell in love, yeah
I fell in love, yeah
She be whining, over drugs, yeah
She be rolling, overnight, yeah
I got a trap phone
And my bank account plenty
I want It all in a minute
I want It all I ainʼt playing
Drinking all, drinking plenty
How I get like this
Had to slow it down
Ride around in the Benz when I roll ’round
And I got a 7 seater when it goes down
Send his a-s couple shots, he with the Lord now
And I got a couple killers in the dog pound, dog poung

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