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Pop Tops Lyrics - Artist : Half-A-Mil
Half-A-Mil
Everytime, yeah... Look, yeah... We don't pop pills, pop tops on the Hennesey Three red cups later, it's finally hitting me Skiped class, still made history G-class, been past chemistry We don't pop pills, pop tops on the Hennesey Three red cups later, it's finally hitting me It's finally hitting me I'm like RJ, I'm off the Hennebito! Even when I'm faded, I watch how I speak though Your closest might turn into amigo I see the same freaks every city we go R.I.P. to the Nate, roll the whole 8 Drop that Half-A-Mil, she know the whole tape Incoming text from an old flame She want that old thang Bossin' over the [?] both close lake Meet me in the parking lot I got something to spark Call me as soon as you park You can never say I kept you in the dark And I can never let you play me closely Even rappers hatin' on me Grab that cognac and [?] We don't pop pills, pop tops on the Hennesey Three red cups later, it's finally hitting me Skiped class, still made history G-class, been past chemistry We don't pop pills, pop tops on the Hennesey Three red cups later, it's finally hitting me It's finally hitting me Bitch, think I'm tripping off her, well sorry I don't fall for hoes Line em up baby knock them down like dominoes Guarenteed I got one everyday of the week Get Around, Get Around, like 2-P-A-C! Please don't act crazy got that thang on me Finna had me started up, gotta stay low key Cause I don't need them old bums, fuck them aging Niggas tryna say they want sign me cause [?] Banks in the addie, I ain't puttin' in my [?] Niggas still thuggin', I ain't even check [?] Money still dirty, and [?] got a ransom Even if it ain't bout the church, nigga hell [?] Pullin' off in the back to back trucks, like the President If it ain't about the money, nigga, it ain't relevant Shawty way too thick, yeah, nigga, ain't no mercy Bringing it to [?] secrets, baby, like some [?] We don't pop pills, pop tops on the Hennesey Three red cups later, it's finally hitting me Skiped class, still made history G-class, been past chemistry We don't pop pills, pop tops on the Hennesey Three red cups later, it's finally hitting me It's finally hitting me My only position is to be thankful Spread only positive information Practice discipline, practice patience I won't be exceeding those limitations, uh Jacuzzi is full, it's a situation, yeah Only the real ones got a visitation, yeah Lying on me, these niggas is hatin' I might [?] to Cayman And I only smoke flavorin' Her eyes so tired, look like she Asian Down Sunset, like I'm parading On the car-phone talking with Van Davis We don't pop pills, pop tops on the Hennesey Three red cups later, it's finally hitting me It's finally hitting me Half-A-Mil... |
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