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J-Stalin - Pop My Collar
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Michael Lee Gause
Michael Lee Gause
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Segador Regen
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Bitch Pop my collar Huh Swerve around your daughter huh She make too much drama I'll Count up with my mama They just want my dollar huh They just want my pockets I don't no wear no wallet She don't wear no garments I just got me a new X I brought her a sip to relax She selling her shit up on Craigslist She told me I'm only a fan Im bringing that shit to your door step Like it came from the UPS, FedEx I took me a trip to go bad, bad My life is a movie no actress Driving a fast car Riding round like I'm a shooter from mad Max Her feet on the dash yeah Might take her shit the mother fuckin back, back I'm living in RAF/wrath (Huh) So many ashes on top of my pants (Yeah) She hardly know where I be goin These other lil Niggas is boring Bitch Pop my collar (Huh) Swerve around your daughter (Huh) She make too much drama I'll Count up with my mama They just want my dollar (Huh) They just want my pockets, yeah I don't no wear no wallet She don't wear no garments Bitch Pop my collar Huh Swerve around your daughter huh She make too much drama I'll Count up with my mama They just want my dollar huh They just want my pockets I don't no wear no wallet She don't wear no garments Too much ice (Ice) Freezer bite (Freezer bite) Nigga, What's your worth Bitch you decide (You Decide) I seen so much shit I can't open my eyes up Get this money now she mad how I keep counting up Wonder what's her price I know she prolly round it up Nigga, What's your price? I know you prolly hype it up Up This made by design (Design) Nigga I'm Prada all of us Drinking too much wine Now she slutty on her party bus I gotta get it and go I'm letting it in Living my life on a whim (Whim) She say she caught up with two of her mans (Damn) This how the story begin Never choose women right over your profit I'm crazy bout too many wins (Wins) Shawty want something She too indecisive (Huh) So I'm boutta pour it again (Huh) Hold up Hold up Bitch Pop my collar Huh Swerve around your daughter huh She make too much drama I'll Count up with my mama They just want my dollar huh They just want my pockets I don't no wear no wallet She don't wear no garments
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