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Poppin' My Collar - J.R. Writer



     
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Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they playin', man, they some fakery
Let me catch a girl up out some workin' in mah site
And believe I'm gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryin' to get paid however money is made
A lot a dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, fa real
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with big trees
Standin' on tha porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed

Tryin' to get a paycheck, but work fer her ain't came yet
That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
So I can get paid and relax in the shade
And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin'
It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up
If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on ‘head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringin' boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain't havin' no shout at no motherfuckin' slut
You know I'm actin' bitch, don't make me cut a fuckin' rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have it, gotta get my money, what?
These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub
Freak bitch!
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand

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J.R. Writer is a hip hop artist from Harlem. He is part of The Diplomats conglomerate. Writer has released many mixtapes such as Writers Block Parts 1 to 5. He has tracks on Diplomatic Immunity 2 and More Than Music Volume 1. J.R. Writer was introduced to a couple of the Dipset members by Jae Millz. Before this, J.R. Writer was out battling anyone who wanted to freestyle. He was soon told about Jae Millz and his talent for freestyling.

Read more about J.R. Writer on Last.fm.


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