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Yeah Poppin' off, poppin’ off (HT made the wave) FTC, come on Say bitch, I'm poppin' off From the windows to the walls ’Til the sweat drop down my balls They not tryna see me ball I'm standing ten feet tall They want me dead and gone I think you better move on 'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off Tear it off, bitch, let me see that ass naked (See that ass naked) Fuck her from the back 'til her legs start shakin' (Start shakin') I ain’t finna eat shit out ’cause that shit be stankin' (Be stankin’) Snatch a nigga bitch, give a fuck if she taken Finna take off, lil' nigga, like a motherfuckin' rocket (Motherfuckin' rocket) Tryna imitate a nigga, better motherfuckin’ stop it Fucked her from the back, bitch talkin' 'bout she nauseas (Yeah, yeah) Cookies got me higher than a long neck ostrich Hold it, hold it, nigga, I've been really rockin' Polo (Uh) Bitch ride the dick like a motherfuckin' solo (Skrrt) Nigga with a bad bitch Slim thick, ratchet (Slim thick, ratchet) SongtexteHow the fuck that work, lil' nigga? You be chattin' (You be chattin') Niggas think I'm talkin' shit, this the beginning (This the beginning) Link up with your bitch, if she with it, then she winnin' Bitch, I'm countin' chicken Bitch, I'm on a mission Puffin' on this wood, got it fuckin' up my vision Say bitch, I'm poppin' off From the windows to the walls 'Til the sweat drop down my balls They not tryna see me ball I'm standing ten feet tall They want me dead and gone I think you better move on 'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off I'm off my grind, so you know I'm finna shine (Know I'm finna shine) I don't chase nothin' else but them dollar signs (But them dollar signs) Baby, I know that you wanna be mine (Wanna be mine) But I'm a big baller, cannot waste no time Nigga, this a G Wagon, this ain't a Rover (Vroom) FTC really 'bout to take over Smokin' on gas 'cause I'm a stoner I make the paper, you make the turnover Know y'all want the hot shit, call me Nike, do it (Do it) I'm the trendin' topic, it ain't really nothin' to it (Uh) Hearin' what they got, but I never see 'em shoot it Claimin' you's a drug dealer, nigga, who you foolin'? See you smoke the pot, but I never see you move it (Nah) Fuckin' on this bitch, then I'm clear how I'm move it (How I'm move) Throw that ass back, go and show them how you do it (How you do it) Fuck you singin' for? Come on, get on with the movement Say bitch, I'm poppin' off From the windows to the walls 'Til the sweat drop down my balls They not tryna see me ball I'm standing ten feet tall They want me dead and gone I think you better move on 'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off From the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls) From the win—, from the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls) Aus Songtexte Mania