50/50 Twin

50/50 Twin - Popped Up Twice lyrics

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I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin'

Fuckin' boys up on superstar button

Pull the bitch at the bus stop, I'm cuttin'

My friends jump in, the rims start rubbin'

Bangin' the trunk make the ass sit low

Twang to the left 'cause I see a pot hole

You know I had to open up the suicide doors

I'm up hoes when I'm parked then let the trunk close

Money big rig, got infinite dough

I'm feelin' back though that there with some 'dro

Dry with my ink, up and sets out the roof

Runnin' red lights and the slap behind me did too

Fans buy fly, shit know I got it

You're avenue there? I can get it poppin'

Take your bitch inside if you love that ho

She gonna wanna jump down with me and get go

Stacks on deck when a real nigga seen

I can make it rain while the sunshoo' beams

That spot in the door got it gone with the beam

You done bumped in the money, well you bumped into me

Rumor goin' round that I hooked up with Ron

Boy stay tuned I'm a show you what I done

Talk about button-button up for the winter

You don't know why I eat a wing dinner



I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' 

Fuckin' boys up on superstar button

I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' 

Fuckin' boys up on superstar button



I'm not a rapper just a daily gettin' good money

MTV ask me how I'm livin', really good homie (look at me dog)

I used to have a job waitin' but they ain't paid me shit

Before I hit the road with music plus the bangers biz

Don't like to talk a lot just keep my business on the low

If you ain't hustlin' for your paper what you hustlin' for?

Stop trickin' with them bitches, start stackin' get them bitches

Throw 26's on them bitches call them 'pendages

I'm popped up, lookin' great, haters hate my C's

Might be bathin' ape, chrome 38 for you slimy snakes, bake a cake

Bring it back, I lose grounds I'm a bring it back my pocket straight

H-Town where nigga stay, but all 50 states where a nigga lay



I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' 

Fuckin' boys up on superstar button

I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' 

Fuckin' boys up on superstar button



Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin'

Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin'

Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin'

Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin'

(I feel I break this light off)

Topped up, I'm stackin' mine

Rock the rock and it's my time

You ever see I'm to get money crunk

And I ask that money from the underground

Ass low, ass k, boy no we some penetrate

Far from the club on 20 years dub

Chuck the deuce, 'cause I love to hate it

Bop the boppin' I'll tip the crawlin'

Left the club then I hit the Harlem

Check the wrist for the yellow diamonds

The question is how hard we ballin'?

Top down no sunroof, diamonds on my every tooth

Think you got a cop car, superstar luck

So really I ain't trippin' on nothin' fool



I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' 

Fuckin' boys up on superstar button

I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' 

Fuckin' boys up on superstar button










                   
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