‎Playboi Carti – POP OUT Lyrics

‎Playboi Carti – POP OUT Lyrics
POP OUT
‎Playboi Carti
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    "POP OUT." - ‎Playboi Carti

    Album: MUSIC - SORRY 4 DA WAIT
    Track No: 01

    Schyeah
    Ay, Swamp
    Swamp Izzo

    Uh, I can′t come to your party
    I might come just to hurt you (schyeah, schyeah)
    Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murders (schyeah, schyeah)
    I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah, schyeah)
    I just bought that Hublot, I ain′t scratch the surface (schyeah, schyeah)
    Every time we pop out, got them bitches nervous (schyeah, schyeah)
    Pop out (pop), pop (schyeah, schyeah)
    Pop out, schyeah (schyeah, schyeah)
    Pop, pop, pop, pop (schyeah)
    Pop out (schyeah), pop (schyeah, ay)
    (Schyeah, fuck you)

    All-black mag, yeah, all-black bags, schyeah
    Break his face, yeah, get him dead, yeah (swerve)
    Fuck 'em all, yeah (swerve), tat my face, yeah (swerve)
    Eat her pussy, yeah (swerve), say my grace, yeah (swerve)
    In the brand new Wraith and it's all red, yeah
    All my bitches burnt, yeah, they half-dead, yeah (swerve, swerve)
    Off a Perc′, yeah, out my shirt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
    He′s a jerk, yeah, been a jerk, uh (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
    Model ho, yeah, she dick jerk, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
    I'm a reject, but I′m still turnt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
    Push the fuckin' dash ′til I see dirt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)

    I can't come to your party, I might come just to hurt you (schyeah)
    Ridin′ in a new body, all of my hoes are murders (schyeah)
    I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
    I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah)
    Every time we pop out, got them bitches nervous (schyeah)
    Pop out, pop (schyeah)
    Pop out, schyeah (schyeah)
    Pop it, pop, pop, pop (schyeah)
    Pop out, pop (schyeah)

    Ay, Swamp
    What up, baby boy?
    These fuck niggas ain't learned yet
    I′m really in this motherfucker with this nigga right now, on my mama
    Pop out
    Pop

    Writer(s): Mark Williams, Jordan Terrell Carter, Raul Cubina, Ronald Latour, Dwan Avery, Nicholas Santos, Phillip Andre Mueller.

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