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Wa$hington - Gon' Pop [Official Visualizer]
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Skylar Hoffman
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Yeah woah Woah yeah woah Woah yeah woah Woah yeah woah Woah yeah woah They told me everything in moderation But I'm sippin' with no chaser Testin' out my liver like I'm runnin' in a pacer (Run it, run it) Gettin' money all I know (That's all I know) They doin' antics just to stay afloat I see them jottin' notes (I see you) Used to close my eyes, used to imagine how Open up my eyes and it's happenin' now (It is) Shopping all damn day that's a sweat shop You waiting in line at the bus stop I don't break a sweat 'Cause I know I'm gon' pop Talk is cheap so I'm a cheapskate Haters keep talkin' the beef steak But I'm eatin' gonna clean ya plate (Eat it, eat it) Learned from my pops (Woah) That's for Pete's sake (Yeah, yeah) Washington like the president Still in need of a reverend Made myself an asset so I'm paid in dividends All my friends got hard heads They bitin' on me like some PEZ Leather jacket on like I'm Fez Might steal yo girl that just depends Whatcha gonna do They told me everything in moderation But I'm sippin' with no chaser Testin' out my liver like I'm runnin' in a pacer (Run it, run it) Gettin' money all I know (That's all I know) They doin' antics just to stay afloat I see them jottin' notes (I see you) Used to close my eyes, used to imagine how Open up my eyes and it's happenin' now (It is) Shopping all damn day that's a sweat shop You waiting in line at the bus stop I don't break a sweat 'Cause I know I'm gon' pop Fool me once shame on you Fool me twice she on me I'm the type to make plans Have a A, B, C, and D (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause I don't trust nobody on the regular (Yeah, yeah woah) Need my circle tight like the headband on Federer (Let's go, let's go, let's go) They think I'm a pharaoh 'Cause I'm in Ferragamo Smokin' on oregano (Smoke) Need that gas, I'm pressin' on the pedal (Woah woah) She hit and run with the wood like baseball Her boyfriend stickin' out his nose where it don't belong Call his ass Squidward His girl give me neck, they callin' that a gizzard Boyfriend gotta get back to work All that talkin' I don't even croak My location is remote Tryna castle crash, end up in this moat When I'm on stage I be dripped down in Coach I'm a capitalist so I'mma capitalize They stuck in place, watch them capsize That's why they cast aside and I'm just out here gettin' mine That's mine (Woah) They told me everything in moderation But I'm sippin' with no chaser Testin' out my liver like I'm runnin' in a pacer (Run it, run it) Gettin' money all I know (That's all I know) They doin' antics just to stay afloat I see them jottin' notes (I see you) Used to close my eyes, used to imagine how Open up my eyes and it's happenin' now (It is) Shopping all damn day that's a sweat shop You waiting in line at the bus stop I don't break a sweat 'Cause I know I'm gon' pop
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