Songtexte
Racks
on
me
now
got
me
Popping
Got
to
many
choices
I
got
Options
She
gon
bend
it
over
get
it
Popping
You
talking
to
much
just
get
it
Popping
Racks
on
me
now
got
me
Popping
Got
to
many
choices
I
got
Options
She
gon
bend
it
over
get
it
Popping
You
talking
to
much
just
get
it
Popping
Always
popping
from
the
lips
but
Can
you
pop
a
band
I
could
never
lend
a
hand
to
These
Peter
pans
She
gon
pop
it
for
a
nigga
Put
it
on
the
cam
Have
her
coming
back
all
a
nigga
Need
is
one
chance
One
night
Smoking
flight
Let
me
get
you
right
Red
cups
Filled
up
Lil
something
slight
She
brung
a
friend
Hit
em
both
Yea
I
just
might
We
get
it
popping
Like
the
4th
But
it
ain't
July
I'm
that
guy
I'm
that
nigga
Yea
I
been
the
man
When
it
come
to
the
Profit
always
Got
a
plan
Money
tall
it
Can't
fit
up
in
No
rubber
bands
How
she
get
that
ass
In
them
jeans
I
don't
understand
Yea
I'm
popping
like
Chris
Brown
Ima
make
you
run
it
I
don't
even
want
the
play
If
ain't
a
hunnit
You
can't
flex
on
a
nigga
That
already
done
it
I
been
scoring
wit
my
team
Like
we
dropping
buckets
I'm
popping
like
Chris
Brown
Ima
make
you
run
it
I
don't
even
want
the
play
If
ain't
a
hunnit
You
can't
flex
on
a
nigga
That
already
done
it
I
been
scoring
wit
my
team
Like
we
dropping
buckets
Racks
on
me
now
got
me
Popping
Got
to
many
choices
I
got
Options
She
gon
bend
it
over
get
it
Popping
You
talking
to
much
just
get
it
Popping
Racks
on
me
now
got
me
Popping
Got
to
many
choices
I
got
Options
She
gon
bend
it
over
get
it
Popping
You
talking
to
much
just
get
it
Popping
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