Pop Off (feat. Rock) Lyrics
| Song | Pop Off (feat. Rock) |
| Artist | Rap on Me? |
| Album | Rap on Me? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rap on Me? | |
| 作词 : Rock,illaghee,Planet Asia | |
| Verse 1: "Pop Off, tear somebody snot box off. Rocks off his rocker He thinks every cops soft. Got yall shakin when I stroll through. Bitch niggas change when Im around I control you. I mean mug medusa im a stone fool. Overload you with holes before you. Leave the gold. Do the gangsta shit you talkin bout you gon do. No Dude. You aint just gonna talk greazy and walk easy. Talk yourself into getting stomped beat in the park bleeding. Screamin Leakin. Slippin in and out of dreams n shit wheezin but you aint leavin. Who beefin huh? I bring my whole projects with me and guns bigger than big mommas titties monsta really. I pops for dolo. I pop with the posse I pop pop Pop a camera man I Paparazzi. Talkin bout can he shoot me. I aint no that was a camera in the bag it coulda been an uzi. **** Outta here." DJ Scratch Hook Verse 2: "Im a rapsmith flashbacks of animal acid and adlibs. Automatic bullets that stab ribs. Live in the terminal mind state the einstein of crime rate punch you in ya face til ya mind break. Listen if I lift up my shirt im liftin ya skirt, four fifth quick as a bert ya lay in the dirt, illa territorial metaphorical expert boss holocaustin the portable net worth. you netflix and chill i netflix and ill. Networth came from my tech work revealed. I can climb on the back of a skyline. The earth is my ohm line spillin blood readin my timeline. The soul when im writin a great rhyme, plus i spread love when im doing a hate crime. You tuck in your chain illaghee is a cut vein, black lamborghini do graffiti with cocaine." Dj Scratch Hook. Verse 3: "Scandalous brain method, my axe chop like sandals that exist in the record. Dolla lingo. Rollo the single. Im a soundscan artist far from sound cloud you ding bat king of elohim rap. I rock a halo when I spit Fuego a bunch of rapper spittin hot garb. I punch a rapper in his mouth for actin out and them is not bars. So let the master begin to put the splash in everlasting tape play when I sin. Correct files peep the textiles of a golden monk. Disciples I discipline. My portal to perfection never closes up. I show improve eyes besides the avenue when its on. I will Im even makin dark matter moves. Some say im too fly for the naked eye to observe. Play with the god and thats your mind on the curb I promise my word. Ive never fallen victim to the swine circle of herbs. We used to rob nerd from the suburbs but now we in the burbs rockin fire furs. It aint a mother ****ing thing for me to get busy man. Simple and Plane." Dj Scratch Hook. |
| zuo qu : Rap on Me? | |
| zuo ci : Rock, illaghee, Planet Asia | |
| Verse 1: " Pop Off, tear somebody snot box off. Rocks off his rocker He thinks every cops soft. Got yall shakin when I stroll through. Bitch niggas change when Im around I control you. I mean mug medusa im a stone fool. Overload you with holes before you. Leave the gold. Do the gangsta shit you talkin bout you gon do. No Dude. You aint just gonna talk greazy and walk easy. Talk yourself into getting stomped beat in the park bleeding. Screamin Leakin. Slippin in and out of dreams n shit wheezin but you aint leavin. Who beefin huh? I bring my whole projects with me and guns bigger than big mommas titties monsta really. I pops for dolo. I pop with the posse I pop pop Pop a camera man I Paparazzi. Talkin bout can he shoot me. I aint no that was a camera in the bag it coulda been an uzi. Outta here." DJ Scratch Hook Verse 2: " Im a rapsmith flashbacks of animal acid and adlibs. Automatic bullets that stab ribs. Live in the terminal mind state the einstein of crime rate punch you in ya face til ya mind break. Listen if I lift up my shirt im liftin ya skirt, four fifth quick as a bert ya lay in the dirt, illa territorial metaphorical expert boss holocaustin the portable net worth. you netflix and chill i netflix and ill. Networth came from my tech work revealed. I can climb on the back of a skyline. The earth is my ohm line spillin blood readin my timeline. The soul when im writin a great rhyme, plus i spread love when im doing a hate crime. You tuck in your chain illaghee is a cut vein, black lamborghini do graffiti with cocaine." Dj Scratch Hook. Verse 3: " Scandalous brain method, my axe chop like sandals that exist in the record. Dolla lingo. Rollo the single. Im a soundscan artist far from sound cloud you ding bat king of elohim rap. I rock a halo when I spit Fuego a bunch of rapper spittin hot garb. I punch a rapper in his mouth for actin out and them is not bars. So let the master begin to put the splash in everlasting tape play when I sin. Correct files peep the textiles of a golden monk. Disciples I discipline. My portal to perfection never closes up. I show improve eyes besides the avenue when its on. I will Im even makin dark matter moves. Some say im too fly for the naked eye to observe. Play with the god and thats your mind on the curb I promise my word. Ive never fallen victim to the swine circle of herbs. We used to rob nerd from the suburbs but now we in the burbs rockin fire furs. It aint a mother ing thing for me to get busy man. Simple and Plane." Dj Scratch Hook. |
| zuò qǔ : Rap on Me? | |
| zuò cí : Rock, illaghee, Planet Asia | |
| Verse 1: " Pop Off, tear somebody snot box off. Rocks off his rocker He thinks every cops soft. Got yall shakin when I stroll through. Bitch niggas change when Im around I control you. I mean mug medusa im a stone fool. Overload you with holes before you. Leave the gold. Do the gangsta shit you talkin bout you gon do. No Dude. You aint just gonna talk greazy and walk easy. Talk yourself into getting stomped beat in the park bleeding. Screamin Leakin. Slippin in and out of dreams n shit wheezin but you aint leavin. Who beefin huh? I bring my whole projects with me and guns bigger than big mommas titties monsta really. I pops for dolo. I pop with the posse I pop pop Pop a camera man I Paparazzi. Talkin bout can he shoot me. I aint no that was a camera in the bag it coulda been an uzi. Outta here." DJ Scratch Hook Verse 2: " Im a rapsmith flashbacks of animal acid and adlibs. Automatic bullets that stab ribs. Live in the terminal mind state the einstein of crime rate punch you in ya face til ya mind break. Listen if I lift up my shirt im liftin ya skirt, four fifth quick as a bert ya lay in the dirt, illa territorial metaphorical expert boss holocaustin the portable net worth. you netflix and chill i netflix and ill. Networth came from my tech work revealed. I can climb on the back of a skyline. The earth is my ohm line spillin blood readin my timeline. The soul when im writin a great rhyme, plus i spread love when im doing a hate crime. You tuck in your chain illaghee is a cut vein, black lamborghini do graffiti with cocaine." Dj Scratch Hook. Verse 3: " Scandalous brain method, my axe chop like sandals that exist in the record. Dolla lingo. Rollo the single. Im a soundscan artist far from sound cloud you ding bat king of elohim rap. I rock a halo when I spit Fuego a bunch of rapper spittin hot garb. I punch a rapper in his mouth for actin out and them is not bars. So let the master begin to put the splash in everlasting tape play when I sin. Correct files peep the textiles of a golden monk. Disciples I discipline. My portal to perfection never closes up. I show improve eyes besides the avenue when its on. I will Im even makin dark matter moves. Some say im too fly for the naked eye to observe. Play with the god and thats your mind on the curb I promise my word. Ive never fallen victim to the swine circle of herbs. We used to rob nerd from the suburbs but now we in the burbs rockin fire furs. It aint a mother ing thing for me to get busy man. Simple and Plane." Dj Scratch Hook. |
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