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(feat. Lil C, Ronald Rich) I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' Fuckin' boys up on superstar button Pull the bitch at the bus stop, I'm cuttin' My friends jump in, the rims start rubbin' Bangin' the trunk make the ass sit low Twang to the left 'cause I see a pot hole You know I had to open up the suicide doors I'm up hoes when I'm parked then let the trunk close Money big rig, got infinite dough I'm feelin' back though that there with some 'dro Dry with my ink, up and sets out the roof Runnin' red lights and the slap behind me did too Fans buy fly, shit know I got it You're avenue there? I can get it poppin' Take your bitch inside if you love that ho She gonna wanna jump down with me and get go Stacks on deck when a real nigga seen I can make it rain while the sunshoo' beams That spot in the door got it gone with the beam You done bumped in the money, well you bumped into me Rumor goin' round that I hooked up with Ron Boy stay tuned I'm a show you what I done Talk about button-button up for the winter You don't know why I eat a wing dinner Letras de canciones I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys up on superstar button I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys up on superstar button I'm not a rapper just a daily gettin' good money MTV ask me how I'm livin', really good homie (look at me dog) I used to have a job waitin' but they ain't paid me shit Before I hit the road with music plus the bangers biz Don't like to talk a lot just keep my business on the low If you ain't hustlin' for your paper what you hustlin' for? Stop trickin' with them bitches, start stackin' get them bitches Throw 26's on them bitches call them 'pendages I'm popped up, lookin' great, haters hate my C's Might be bathin' ape, chrome 38 for you slimy snakes, bake a cake Bring it back, I lose grounds I'm a bring it back my pocket straight H-Town where nigga stay, but all 50 states where a nigga lay I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys up on superstar button I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys up on superstar button Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin' Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin' Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin' Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin' (I feel I break this light off) Topped up, I'm stackin' mine Rock the rock and it's my time You ever see I'm to get money crunk And I ask that money from the underground Ass low, ass k, boy no we some penetrate Far from the club on 20 years dub Chuck the deuce, 'cause I love to hate it Bop the boppin' I'll tip the crawlin' Left the club then I hit the Harlem Check the wrist for the yellow diamonds The question is how hard we ballin'? Top down no sunroof, diamonds on my every tooth Think you got a cop car, superstar luck So really I ain't trippin' on nothin' fool I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys up on superstar button I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys up on superstar button From Letras Mania