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Pop U (featuring Fat Joe & Ludacris)

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop uYou gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop uWho that nigga is

What that nigga claim

Juve wild magnolia

It's an uptown thingSoulja watchin' over me

So I'ma let it rain

Just give me the weed, the mic

And I'ma let it off the chainY'all actin' like, that nigga lost it, I ain't have no money

Now I'm back, what the cost is

[Incomprehensible] on my wrist lookin' gooey

These ain't Birdman's, these is real Gucci'sTurn around the corner

Motherfucker tryin' to sue me

Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece

We rock, we he roll, where he got controlMe and my mans and them

Get the brains out these hoes

If she can dance, then

She can romance nice and slowBe in a trance like it was

Your man's pipe in the hole

I've been sippin' a little somethin'

Just stop servin' the game

It feel good to be an OG, I'm deservin' it mayneI'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, the nigga

The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-veyYou gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop uYou gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop uNow ain't no tellin' where I might be

'Cause there's a million other creeps

Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me

Call 'em my stunt doublesSo if you think you hit Luda' with the Krueger

I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles

On the double, lookin' for trouble we started

The eye on my gat is cocked it's retardedI'm sippin' lean, smokin' green and I'm so hot

I told machine's people call me 'I Robot'

Bang to the boogey boogey, bang bang

Let my little partner borrow my necklace

And hit bitches with the same chainIts not computer love, I'm gettin' great brain

Got a hard drive but they blow me out my mainframeNow how you like that?

I got your momma pitchin' quarters

On the corner gettin' cornered

And come right backI'm makin' tight stacks so if it ain't Juve or Luda

Then can it nigga, we don't even like rapI'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, the nigga

The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-veyYou gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop uYou gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop uGot the Mack in the grass

And the nine in the dumpster

Duck when they pass

One time wanna dump ya'Hunger, that's what I got in my veins

Take shots from the Henny

Just to straighten my aimNow, I raise my middle finger, "Fuck the world"

And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl

Yeah, I'm 'bout my paper mayne

I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayneI know you know this is Crack

And he's back and you mad

'Cause we did and they yack-ity yakIn the sack when we slid in

Mommy shakin' they ass

She want some big bills

Tip drill, she wants a tip drillIt's ya' nigga crack

Live with some fresh cut

Side of the highway

Ridin' that's the best fuckAnd you can keep them hotel keys

'Cause we gon' fuck these bitches

Wherever we pleaseI'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, the nigga

The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-veyYou gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop uYou gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

Songwriters

Michael Dean;Joseph Cartagena;Terius Grey;Christopher BridgesPublished by

UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORPORATION;LUDACRIS UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING;EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.;BREKA MUSIC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

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