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Popa Chief
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Guess Who's Back
[Popa Chief] Popa Chief the livewire, hot like a hair dryer Everybody get low like a flat tire Everybody bring an onion to the bonfire Constantly expanding my Burnt Biskut empire I get a chubby every time it's a sell out show Let a nigga flow, niggas better have my dough Extremely articulate, intricate like Hamlet Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit The killas replacement, duck grenade fragments I liver under the stairs, in the back of the basement So far underground, some don't understand the sound Look, listen, learn, nigga, this is how you put it down No airplay, no promotions, no cannons exploding Highjack to the higher presence of gats, got 'em open Now tell me, what's fucking with that Popa Chief ain't going nowhere, here forever like frat
*Popa Chief talking*
[Popa Chief] Bus to the train to the plane The marquise don't say my name Only thing missing is the fortune of fame You'll never amount to shit, you don't have what it takes You're too old, you'll always be a loser I know they giggling behind my back Lost two fans over this rap shit, I love this bitch Loved her so much, I married the bitch Had a few hits wit the bitch, promised to never leave the bitch We gon' stay together, until we get rich Hip hop, 24/7 non stop, hah Until the last brain cell pop, hah Until they call the cops
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