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What's Poppin' (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Crypt
Pooh doh, you da G.O.A.T., boy
Hi y'all Pop out this bitch like an eyeball My flow is nasty, I am the shit, spray a nigga down with some Lysol Open your heart, my flow is dark Somebody just turned the lights off Well, open your eyes Oh my God, that's over your head like a fly ball Or the bright sky when the night falls I forgot I'm Crypt, that's Kufis, we nice y'all (Ah) Fuck with me, get screwed like drywalls Playing with these other rappers like they were my dolls (Huh?) Get 'em Midol (Ha) 'Cause their pussies get hurt, but why y'all? Why? They got tight draws? Well dog, because When I spit, all the ladies get wet But when they spit, all the ladies get dry walls (Haha) It seems these days that people are lovin' to hate me (Yeah) Pinning me against all of my peers like a wave (Yeah) Keep on pushin' that narrative, but if you get to comparin' us I leave you aware that you'll be pushin' up daisies I'm wavey, look how I'm cruisin' this shit (Yeah) I ain't new to this shit (I'm not) Dawg you think that you ballin' (Okay) That get you neutered and shit (Woof, woof) I just be paintin' picture with my words, you just be doodlin' shit Bitches be catfishin' on the gram and niggas be noodlin' shit See, this is as cool as it get (How?) Hunit Kufi and Crypt (Hi) Can't name another two rappers better that's actually doin' this shit I don't care who your favorite rapper is Fuck the acronyms, he ain't the G.O.A.T I don't know what the fuck you want from me But I do know that it ain't the smoke Keep on thinking that you can lyrically hang with me and I'm have to give you the rope They don't even know that my flow so heavy If I spit off a boat you couldn't get it to float You shouldn't get us provoked, bitch, you think that this a joke? Boy, we do this shit for real, you just do it for the show Sticks and stones may break my bones But hollow points put a hole through your dome Yeah, we gold off the top like we're poppin' Modelos Pass me the rock like Stockton, I'm Mello At the top of the key when the clocks at three Get crossed, your legs wobble like Jello Hello, at your front door with the shovel I just wanna talk, I'm calm and mellow It ain't my fault if he cause some trouble Homie a rat, he dying to tell-o Donatello? Ain't that a turtle? Yeah man, his headbands quite purple But I meant that he gon' tell on dudes When they pull up on him and threaten to hurt 'em This is the way you make it the greatest The way you wake up the neighbors The way the say it's debated They hate to say we the favorite The minute you making paper they all up in your faces, like Crypt, can you buy me a plate of steak and potatoes? A plate of steak and potatoes You bitches think that I'm famous and makin' a ton of paper But even if that was the case, I do not owe you any favors Time to put you in your place So all you pussy talking people better pray that tame my own pace I'm bout to pave my own wave right to the main stage It's your own ass fault if you ain't this great (Yo) Fuck all this melodic shit, I'm a take a Klonopin And write a rhyme sick enough to be ending all of these viruses And ride around with Kufis Ain't nobody going to shoot me unless it is in a movie Ay, ay, chill, chill, cut, cut, cut Hey I wasn't done Hey you giving too much stuff I'm good though, I wasn't done |
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