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Pop Up Lyrics - Artist : Shoreline Mafia
[Fenix:]
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey hey Shoreline Mafia man Huh, what, what Fenix Flexin, Fenix Flexin, ayy, Fenix Flexin, ayy Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia I don't fuck with snakes or no imposters Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem Pull up at his house and then we pop him Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option Money call my name, hold up, fuck the fame Girl these not no Skatehouse, these are Alexander Wangs Baby girl you cute but I can't trust you with my name Baby girl I'm cool, I got a pill for everything Pour up my bro, this syrup wash away the pain Codeine in my liver, I got xannies in my brain Swear this bitch look stupid but she givin' up the brain Pass it to my woe, he pass the blunt, yes we hit strange Famous in my city nigga, you can keep the fame Girl you lookin' shitty, think your weave could use a change Boy you lookin' broke, I think you could use some change Neck it lookin' lonely, I think I could use some chains Pocket lookin' swollen 'cause you know I keep the bang Salty 'cause your bitch on Twitter lookin' up my name Damn your nigga lame, girl you cute, that's a shame I do magic with the dope like my name was David Blaine, yeah Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia I don't fuck with snakes or no imposters Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem Pull up at his house and then we pop him Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option [Ohgeesy:] On the phone, I'm taking orders while a nigga half asleep Told my baby weigh it out, make sure she do it accurately Bushin' down your baby hairs while I'm bustin' down a P If I tell her bust it open she gon' bust it wide for me Get the boats, get it sold, I'm the best, she the GOAT My lil baby keep me float, she gon' lie up under oath All my weapons she gon' tote, Alexander Wang her coat Man we flier than the most, save the xan, can't make a toast, yeah My lil baby doin' numbers, she don't need a money counter My lil bitch she damn near sexual, well I'm so glad that I found her She gon' count the cake up, let her do her make up And she not fuckin' on niggas if we go and break up Real bitch, real thick, real nigga, real clique Real poles, real sticks, real dope, real bricks Real pour, real sick, real bitch, real thick Real nigga fuck with bitch, real nigga know the biz, ayy [Fenix:] Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia I don't fuck with snakes or no imposters Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem Pull up at his house and then we pop him Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option |
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