P.O.P.

MTM hit 'em with the heat!
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 I pull up, caddy with the spokes spinnin' wood grain grippin'
 Plexin' like you something but you
 Sipping on what these broke bitches do?
 Gold diggin' hoes know that I be on that player shit
 I'd rather you fuck all on my bitch before I let you hit
 I'm maxed up, catch me posted in the shake junt
 Sippin' on the louie 13, twistin' on the skunk
 Break a trick off this mac and in this game there's shit to see
 Cuff up yo' chick before I make that hoe my bitch!
 Serve me up some Alizé
 And roll a pound of hay
 Check it baby, wash the whip 'cause I just got some fresh new paint
 Choppin' blades, stayin' paid, just another lovely day
 Mackin' on these tenders boy I wouldn't have it anyway
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 You see this player pimpin'
 Cold hearted, breakin' bitches
 I be tellin' you that I love you but I be doggin' women
 I want your purse first, and then yo' ass last
 I can see through you pussy niggas you something like glass
 My uncle told me since a jitt to never trust no bitch
 To get yo paper 'cause it's certain that hoes come with it
 You see the roley on my wrist?
 I dropped a stack for this
 And you know it's a function when gorillas in this bitch
 I'm in my new Jag
 I'm moving too fast
 Bendin' the corners swerving up off this pill I'm 'bout to crash
 They sayin' "Who's that?"
 That must be new cap
 Poppin' my collar, revving the gas now watch the ponies prance