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Jim Jones - Get It Poppin' - текст песни, видео

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Jim Jones - Get It Poppin' - текст песни, видео

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Now I am fresh out of bail
harder flyer than a muthafuck
I dont do the ??
Sumthin like a rubber nut 
Sumthin like a hustler 
Got it runin through my blood
You aint bout dat money 
Well honey I dont give a fuck 
trynna ball wit a hoodie on 
Cost about a stack 
Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash
 
My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat 
He put it on me good 
and I throw it right back 
Im a Playa
Ima pimp 
I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar
And all ya chips
Gimme da keys 
I want da Juice 
Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too 
Dey see Im doin me 
Dey see Im gettin paid 
I still be in da hood 
Repersentin for da Days 
Mercedes wanna hate
Try to stomp em 
Ima Fake 
O its all in da game
But im still gettin cake


If you a G
Lemme see
You aint gotta pay for da dinner 
Its on me 
Lets get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty


We got da cash (Flossin')
Buy out da bars(Ballin')
Drop da tops out da celing
You see da stars (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
I get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)


Now what bitch dont want me (Who) 
Young rich G (Ballin')
Gun beneath da seat 
Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin') 
Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul)
Lambergini drop 
Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em) 
Easy Just loosen up da bra strap
Make em feel sexy
Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin) 
And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little 
And den you let da V do da horseplay
Turn da city streets to a horse race 
Burn rubber (Vroom)
And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe) 
And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully) 
So if you want me come and get me
Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)
Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea) 
I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)
I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA) 
I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat)
You wanna ride wit a G




Now bout to get it poppin 
If you ready for us 
Startin wit dem shoppin sprees 
Im givin honts so dey know it
Who said love dont cost a thing
Im from da city where da chicks are thick
Blingin on dey neck and wrist 
And niggas poppin bottles 
While da ladies rock dey hips 
You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin 
To go from lil money flossin
To doin super stuntin 
Im always griindin so Im gettin money 
Stick wit me and you'll go far 
Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen 
You say dat you a G 
Well nigga let me see 
I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be 
I got a sassy mouth 
And yea I'm from da south 
And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out 
I'm best dressed no doubt 
Lets go it aint no thang 
Princess im da chick 
And dont forget my name 
And this here wont change 
You betta sho respect 
Or we'll really get it poppin
Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset
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