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Gin$eng Aye Oou Oou Cris Dinero Oouu Oouu Oouu Yuh Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Where the hollow paint shells laying, man, noboby knows Hoes back with the strap, I attack, go back I remember all days moving pack Split 50 cent cakes on me, where it's at Now my diamonds lookin' like my chest freeze on the map Wait, wait I might pull up Hold up, no, where was you at you was not in the dirt I seen those things when you clean on your shirt She suck my dick 'till she hiccup They call my phone, I'm no pick up I'll let you know if I pick up She just got caught in a pickle Letras de cancionesMovin' with 458 While he tote .38 Yes, he might up in your face If you think it's too late, huh I just might nut on her face, huh Thick yellowbone bring more weight, huh In my portal, I'll float outer space, yuh I'mma push some, merge up in your lane, yuh Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Where the hollow paint shells laying, man, noboby knows Yuh, uh I don't see enemies, they're all dead This is what happens when titan go mad Black light my soul I can't help who I am, ooh Crushing on a perc, boy, feel it in my fist Spent 20 thou', yeah, right on my bitch Guess it’s the perks of lightskin, being rich Devil on my soul, new phone, who this? Mop with a stick like I'm Mr. Clean, uh Fuck nigga test is the end of he, uh Bitch, your allowance my pinky ring, uh Bitch, lick your wrist when you think of me, uh Creep through your dreams with the weaponry Boy, you too pussy, you know you can't censor me Fuck on that opp bitch, man, that be my speciality Boy, you too pussy you know you can't censor me Fuck on that opp bitch, man, that be my speciality Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Where the hollow paint shells laying, man, noboby knows Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes Where the hollow paint shells laying, man, noboby knows From Letras Mania