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Dior (Remix) By Pop Smoke Traphouse Mob Huh, roll another one Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, s---), huh Oh, you feelin’ sturdy, huh? (You feelin’ sturdy, man) Shake somethin’ Shake it, shake it, shake it She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a n---- (She let it clap for a n----) And she throw it back for a n---- (Yeah, she throw it back for a n----) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I’m up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I’m up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr When I walk in the spot, thirty on me Buy out the club, n----- know that I’m paid B----, I’m a thot, get me lit

Like Me By Pop Smoke Othello on the beat You fire, ooh, ooh You ain’t never met another n---- like me You say you lookin’ for a man, you got the right one She feelin’ me, she say, “You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire” Look I’m like, “What’s crackin’?” She like, “Pop, I got a man” I’m like, “Damn, how you know me?” Say she got me on the ‘Gram I say, “Look, I understand, but baby, I’m the fan ‘Cause you the baddest b---- I ever seen walk on the land” She say, “What’s that on your face?” And I say, “It’s a cold world” Way you bitin’ your lips though got me like “Oh, girl” Get money and stay aggressive, baby, it’s your world Martin talkin’ to Gina, baby, you go, girl Who you with? I’m with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers All them scammers and them killers who I hang with Yeah, I taste good, ain’t no onions on my sandwich I’m 823 and everybody know I’m sanctioned Why? ‘Cause if I shoot, I’ma shoot that, woo and I’ma woo back Yeah, I’m from t

Wolves By Pop Smoke Traphouse Mob Swirv Doin’ s--- can’t believe (Yeah) Every city that I go to you know I f--- with the G’s (With the G’s) NYC, I f--- with the wolves, I f--- with the sleeves Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G’s Me and Pop Smoke we f-----’ on b------ overseas (Yeah, yeah) Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let’s go) Heard that they drop the witness, I’ma just sip my tea (Hmm) I ain’t take a pat down, I’m inside the club with my piece (Yeah) Yeah was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast AP, Audemars, cost a hunnid thousand Big .38 gon hawk ’em, if a n---- tryna stretch it Big .38 up on my body, put him in the sky, it won’t leave a witness, ha Send that n---- to the dental, ha For thinkin’ that n----- pretendin’ I got fifty two shots in this Glock with an infrared up on a op if he let off Chains, Ksubi on the top, yellow tape on his block, blow his head off Roll with the choppa go dumb (Dumb) N-----

Invincible By Pop Smoke Yeah Yeah, yeah I said I feel invincible (Yoz, what you tellin’ me?) They like, “Poppy, what you gettin’ to?” (To, to) I pop a Perc’, go retarded, wait Haha, hahaha Yeah (Ahaha), yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo, yeah (To, to, grrt, grrt) Yeah, yeah I said I feel invincible (Huh) It’s a hundred n—– in the spot I’m walkin’ through ’em (I’m walkin’ through ’em) It’s eighty-five just to walk on I don’t talk to these n—– (Nah) ‘Cause a lot of these n—– be corny (Corny) I’m feeling h—- (I’m feeling h—-) And I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry) I’m off this percolator s— (Woo) I got a percolated b—- (Percolated b—-) I give her this percolated d— (Yeah) I show her these percolated tricks Pop Smoke, they know who run the city Pop Smoke, n—-, you can ask Diddy Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD Pop Smoke goin’ fifty for fifty I pop a Perc’, go retarded, then shoot up the party, then change the artillery Energy I’m givin’ nothin’ but energy I give her Perk

Shake the Room By Pop Smoke Traphouse Mob Woo Woo, woo It’s Big 092MLBOA (This is a Melo beat) Uh, I bet I shake the room (Ayy, woo, woo, woo) Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Go ‘head and shake the room, yeah, go ‘head and shake the room (Shake it) I bet I shake the room (Grraow) Wait (Woo, woo, woo, go) Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt) Go ‘head and shake the room, huh, go ‘head and shake the room (Shake it) I bet I shake the room Uh, Quavo How ’bout I shake the room? (Shake it) Chop gon’ sweep the broom (Grraow) Everybody runnin’ and duckin’, I’m clearin’ the room (Woo) Shoot one time, seein’ double time like you on shrooms (Shoot, shoot) On the other line, it’s a FaceTime, say a n—- on the news (Brrt) We ’bout to shake in this b—- (Shake) Frosted Flake on the wrist (Ice) The gang ain’t playin’ and s— (Woo, woo) In New York, I gotta shake in this b—- Shake, shake, shake, shake (Shake it up) Peel back ya toupee (Peel it back) Money move the conversate (Money) Put ’em up on

Get Back By Pop Smoke Traphouse Mob Yoz, what you tellin’ me? (Yeah) What you tellin’ me? Yeah I got Snacks to the right of me I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo Look, look Ayy, what up? Hold on, what they talkin’ ’bout? Hey, what them folks talkin’ ’bout? Huh, look, huh Buddy gon’ grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that Send shots, make ’em get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My n—– ain’t into that N—- be talkin’ hot, but he ain’t on s— (Woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip If I go to jail, n—-, I’ll plead the Fifth (Uh?) ‘Cause mommy still gon’ love her kid N—– tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh? I’m like n—-, f— the pigs The judge like, “Why you actin’ like a d—?” I said, “I’m movin’ like I’m Steven Vic” My lawyer like, “Poppy, why you brazen?” I said, “I pop a Perc’ and feel amazin’” I shoot for the stars, I’m a foundation, huh Look at the money I’m raisin’ She wanna f—, hold on She snuck in the book, ha

Foreigner By Pop Smoke Uh? 808Melo Traphouse Mob (Woo) This is a Melo Beat (It’s Big 092MLBOA) Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner My b—- a foreigner and she love to f— She s— it up, make her fall in love Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue She do the walks for us (Walk that s—), make her one of us The gas that I’m smokin’ potent Ice on my neck snowin’ I’m dark skin, glowin’ Off the Perky, I’m rollin’ Valet, park it I’m screamin’, I’m barkin’ They like, “Poppy, why you startin’?” Pop a Perc’, go retarded (Woo) They know I’m wildin’, I need that respect Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes Pop Smoke, n—– know I’m up next Drac’ keep on shootin’ until it’s none left I’m 823, yeah, I throw up the set Twenty years old, but I move like the vet You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest N—-, ’cause you could get left Your b—- is a foreigner, huh? I f— her and pas

Sweetheart By Pop Smoke Rico’s going crazy again Sweetheart (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart) What’s a thotty (Sweetheart), to a gangster? (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart, sweetheart) I’m wildin’ (Sweetheart), got no answers N—– know they gettin’ boomed (N—– know they gettin’ boomed) You see my face, you better move (Baow) Bullets flyin’ through the room (Baow) They want static, I’m in the mood 100K what I pay for the jewels I ain’t got nothin’ to prove (I don’t) You either win or you lose, look (Ayy) I see an opp, he’ll be devastated, uh (Devastated) None of them n—– ain’t never made it (They didn’t), uh (Uh) When I do a crime, it’s premeditated, baow (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Pay attention, watch close It’s Fivio Foreign and Pop Smoke (It is) I see an opp and I drop four (Baow) I see an opp and I drop four (Baow) I’m heaven-sent (Uh), devil in me (Devil in me) You n—– know I need extra Henny (I do) I shoot at n—– ’cause they messin’ with me (Baow) Police’ll never come catch up

Element By Pop Smoke I might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin’ in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell ’em send ’em in I had the Lambo’, switch to the ‘Rari I’m a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I’m a Brooklyn n—-, I’m cold-hearted That’s why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, “Wow, I’m on the TV” I can’t f— with broke b——, they be creepy She be actin’ up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal, and she freaky I have her hangin’ off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a b—- more than once ’cause they be leeches But her p—- good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don’t need it I’d rather have my money green like kiwi I don’t talk to n—– ’cause they be cappin’ Disrespect me and see what happen I don’t make a call for war, I start snap

Mannequin By Pop Smoke TrapHouseMob (Woo) What’s rockin’, cuz? (Woo, woo, woo, bah) AXL (Bah) This is a Melo Beat (Bah, bah), look Dior on my body (Uh?) Head to toe like a mannequin (Mannequin) Amiri denims got them panickin’ (Woo) I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta) If my opps in a foreign (Foreign) Then we shootin’ up the Phantom Dior on my body (Uh?) Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin’ I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign (Grrt) Then we shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah) Big Glock up on my hip (Woo) That mean I don’t ever slip (Woo) Run up on me, I’ma whack a n—- Clap a n—-, skate off in the whip (Bah) Gucci foreign, see the drip (Uh?) Fifty-five hundred the ‘fit (Woo) 55K on my wrist (Bah) I’m tired of jackin’, my money legit (Grrt) Trav’ got the Urus, Boy got the Huracan I got the Range, and all of them paid I’m from the floss, I’m a double G And I know ’bout puttin’ in pain I spent fifty on my left wrist (Woo) Another h

Dreaming By Pop Smoke Uh? Come on, baddie Pull up, yo, what you doin’? (TrapHouse Mob) Pull up, look (This is a Melo beat) Wait, wait Woo, yeah, yeah, that s— right there Let me see some’ (Uh-huh) Woo back, baby Talk to me nice, look Perc’ 30 (Perc’), dreamin’ (Dreamin’, I’m on Cloud 9) Know that I’m dreamin’ (Know that I’m dreamin’) Pour a four (Pour a four, lil’ n—-), leanin’ (Leanin’) Know that I’m leanin’ (Uh? Woo) Walk in, thirty (Got a whole lotta bags), Neiman I’m up in Neiman (This s— fly) Poppy lurkin’ (Yeah, I’m lurkin’, n—-), schemin’ (Woo) Know that I’m schemin’ (Bah) Amiri the denims, got ninas attached Big body Benz, I got tree in the back Scope on the Glock and it hit like a MAC I can’t f— with these hoes ’cause these b—— is trash I like my b—— classy She s— on my balls, she nasty She open her legs, gymnastics She make it disappear, magic Christian Louboutin spikes on my feet Red bottoms when I walk in the street (Pop Smoke) I’m the one they w

She Got A Thing By Pop Smoke Uh? Woo, haha F— it up (AXL, f— it up), stick it out (Stick it out) Throw it back (Throw it back), for these racks (For these racks) Poke it out (Poke it out), stick it out (Stick it out) Throw it back (Throw it back), for these riches (Grrt, bah) She got a thing for n—– with money (Hahahaha) She got a thing for n—– with money (Uh?) Poke it out (Poke it out), stick it out (Stick it out), throw it back (Throw it back, uh?) I got the baddest b—- out of the city (Woo) She got my name on top of her titty (Uh?) I do my dance when I get jiggy (Hah, jiggy) I do my dance, I feel like I’m Shiggy (Shiggy, Shiggy, Shiggy) Hit the pole, do a trick (Do a trick) Climb on top (Climb on top), do a split (Do a split, woo) She wanna do it on my d— (Yeah, hahaha) Sit on my Amiris, I told her look out for the stick (Stick, stick, stick) Baby (Baby), let me (Let me), see somethin’ (See somethin’), okay (Okay) Two bad (Two bad), b—— (B——), goin’ (Goin’), both w

Christopher Walking Lyrics – Pop Smoke N----- sayin’ they outside (Ooh, haha) N----- sayin’ they outside (Woo, come outside) Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide, slide) Air it out when we arrive (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Poppin’ that s--- but they don’t want the smoke (Nah, n----- don’t want no smoke) She like it rough when we f---, so I’m grabbin’ that b---- by the throat (Grr) N----- sayin’ they outside (They’re outside) Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide) Heard he was talkin’, but he never jumped off the stoop (He never jumped off the stoop) Take down the streets, then I turn pull up and hop out and shoot (Hop out and shoot) And they say I got the juice (Yeah, yeah) I bought the Dior, Dior, now that’s all that I rock from the shoes (Ayy) Porsche n-----, Hot Boy, you ain’t in the field, you a Top Boy We gon’ tie that boy up like a cowboy I’m the one that they envy like Calboy (Yeah) Broke b------ ain’t allowed (You not allowed) She wanna f--- with a real one