Pop Ya Collar (feat. The Click)

Lyrics

Uh-huh, barbecue or mildew, hoe? Shit
 My fetti has a first name it's E A R L
 About my mail, shit
 Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker
 On a good one, fuck yes
 You know what I mean?
 It's like a, a Y 2, yeah thing you know?
 We does this out here fo' schizzie
 We pop our collars, please believe that playboy
 Like this here
 My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine
 Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime
 It's time to shine, to strike my pose
 Five carats on my pinky, pickin' my nose, bitch
 I stroll on hoes and give 'em a chance
 To let me see the ass while they backup dance
 I glance and breeze if the body is true
 I'm off and on to part two, hell
 Now, I done scanned at the club
 (What else?)
 I popped my collar to all my folks with love
 (What else?)
 And all the niggaz that didn't respond to me
 (What else?)
 I got my dogs watchin' constantly
 (What else, what else?)
 With one hand in the baseball glove
 Hella throwaways and dangerous thugs
 For my protection and my protection only
 This boss balla slippin', whatchu thought I was phony?
 Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
 About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice
 I got a fat mansion on the hill 'cause I made a mill
 So if you see me please believe 'cause I'm yo' partner still
 (Pop ya collar)
 It's all from the wrist
 (Pop ya collar)
 Been poppin' my collar since Moby was a goldfish
 Leavin' 'em curious
 Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious
 Parkin' lot pimpin'
 One of my niggaz yell, hold me down while I was pissin'
 Is that young 40 y'all? Drunk as fuck and about to fall?
 Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
 Baby bright light but not my type
 But if she want tonight, she come with dollars
 She either holler, or pop a nigga collar
 I'm fresh up out that Coupe de Ville
 Four times gold on my vogue wheels
 Big sunroof with the insides ill
 Gotta give it to the boy he got skills
 Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
 About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice
 I got a fat mansion on the hill 'cause I made a mill
 So if you see me please believe 'cause I'm your partner still
 (Pop ya collar)
 I done stepped on in
 (Pop ya collar)
 Now can I come up?
 All these freaks hang out at the dump
 Me and my dogs got this party on pump
 All the hoes look like they wanna hump
 I'm bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt
 On a mizznission about that cut
 Rough, buck, smokin' on a blizznut
 Ticked, pucked, thinkin' that some was loc'd
 Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck
 Lick at night, E-Feezy ain't no punk
 Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk
 40 ounce bizznottle, 'til I trump
 Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump
 Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
 Ya underdig? Yeah just
 You know just tug on your lil' shirt
 Pull it a lil' bit
 Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
 About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice
 I got a fat mansion on the hill 'cause I made a mill
 So if you see me please believe 'cause I'm yo' parter still
 Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
 About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice
 I got a fat mansion on the hill 'cause I made a mill'
 So if you see me please believe 'cause I'm yo' partner still
 (Pop ya collar)
 Homeboy
 (Pop ya collar)

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Song Details

Duration
04:04
Key
2
Tempo
108 BPM

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