Max B - Pop Me Up Again lyrics
[Max B - Pop Me Up Again lyrics]
They wanna pop me up again beat me down
And lock me up again they trying
To stop me up again The bitches love
Nigga cocks them drops be in
(be in man) Don’t be fucking with
Them boys that will run up
On you slipping in them toys
And those rarris steady Tipping
Why are we dipping from them those boys
Why you want to hate on me
(why you want to hate on me)
I’m like A1 steak sauce drenched
On them dinner rolls
Squeeze bet your man will fold bitches on the
Stripper pole sliding up and down on it your
Flows lightweight put a couple pounds on it
(Shit's Light Nigga) put a couple rounds on
It I got a sedan It got
A couple miles on it put your house
On it you ain’t fucking with
Biggavel got the barrel of the pistol put
Your mouth on it I want
It I want it big Nigga my
Jewels sick Got figures my crews
Rich got bigger my tools grip Owww got
Richer from two flips got liquor two
Sips these bitches want new Dick Owww
Stretch Coke like Yao blizz got
The fiends coming for the Coke like chow
And a several shipments the cabinet
Dragged it dust the scene For fingerprints
Sweeping up your fragments Owww
They wanna pop me up again beat me down and
Lock me up again they trying to stop
Me up again The bitches love nigga cocks them
Drops be in Don’t be fucking with
Them boys that will run up on you slipping
In them toys and those rarris steady Tipping
Why are we dipping from them those boys
Why you want to hate on me
(why you want to hate on me)
And lock me up again they trying
To stop me up again The bitches love
Nigga cocks them drops be in
(be in man) Don’t be fucking with
Them boys that will run up
On you slipping in them toys
And those rarris steady Tipping
Why are we dipping from them those boys
Why you want to hate on me
(why you want to hate on me)
I’m like A1 steak sauce drenched
On them dinner rolls
Squeeze bet your man will fold bitches on the
Stripper pole sliding up and down on it your
Flows lightweight put a couple pounds on it
(Shit's Light Nigga) put a couple rounds on
It I got a sedan It got
A couple miles on it put your house
On it you ain’t fucking with
Biggavel got the barrel of the pistol put
Your mouth on it I want
It I want it big Nigga my
Jewels sick Got figures my crews
Rich got bigger my tools grip Owww got
Richer from two flips got liquor two
Sips these bitches want new Dick Owww
Stretch Coke like Yao blizz got
The fiends coming for the Coke like chow
And a several shipments the cabinet
Dragged it dust the scene For fingerprints
Sweeping up your fragments Owww
They wanna pop me up again beat me down and
Lock me up again they trying to stop
Me up again The bitches love nigga cocks them
Drops be in Don’t be fucking with
Them boys that will run up on you slipping
In them toys and those rarris steady Tipping
Why are we dipping from them those boys
Why you want to hate on me
(why you want to hate on me)