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“Gucci Mane & BigWalkDog – Poppin Lyrics”

[Intro: Gucci Mane & BigWalkDog]1017 (Poppin ‘), BigWalkDog (BigWalk dog)
Large 1017 (Ayy)
Hey hey
Hey hey [Chorus: BigWalkDog]When you bang
Every time you move you have to move with a rocket (Uh)
When you look at the gem you see a pool and a faucet (Grr)
Designers have sent the mail, come straight from the tropics
I got a coconut smell but it hit like we were boxing (Yeah)

She only ate the tail but she still says poisonous
She knows I have racks, so she makes it sloppier
I can’t feel my body from a Percocet
But she don’t get shit out of any of these pockets (no)

[Verse 1: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane]Nah, she can’t get any shit out of any of those wallets
Broke a bow just to smoke at Hibachi’s
I don’t need a plug, I’m the whole damn outlet
Came, nailed an enemy, come on, he blocked the road
Gulp on Wocky, pop me a Roxy, know they’ll be watching me
Built for this shit, nigga how are they gonna stop me?

I just loaded shit on the dolly
I feel like I’m flying, I don’t need anyone
Big dude, I’m real, I don’t need no co-signin ‘
Could get me a cat or a scat, no mileage (Skrrt)
We have no god in the city where I come from
Nigga playing with who? Nigga play with wop, know they die
Could just go to Wafi, get a twenty, make it shine
I’ve never had shit, not a damn penny
Wop got me out of the trenches, had murder in mind (Wop)

And the plug just called, said thirty on the line (Uh)
Need a P up in the east and need a P up in the west
He doesn’t grab two, then it goes on to the next
Thirteen with my daddy, I watch niggas get refined
Everyone checks on the first and third
Do a block, do it again, let everyone be stretchy
I did it so I’m with you fuck nigga throat
Don’t know what I want, new Jacob or Patek

[Chorus: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane]When you bang
Every time you move you have to move with a rocket (Uh)
If you look at the jewel you will see a pool and a faucet
Designers have sent the mail, come straight from the tropics
I got a coconut smell but it hit like we were boxing (Yeah)
She just ate the tail but she still say poisonous (Ugh)
She knows I have racks, so she makes it sloppier
I can’t feel my body from a Percocet

But she don’t get shit out of any of these pockets (no)
Every time you move you have to move with a rocket (Blaow)
When you look at the jewel you see a pool and a faucet (Bling)
Designers hit the post, come straight from the tropics (Yes)
I got a coconut smell but it hit like we were boxing (Shh)
She only ate the tail but she still says poisonous
She knows I have racks so she makes it sloppier (It’s Gucci)
I can’t feel my body from a Percocet
But she can’t get shit out of these pockets (Ha)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]Can’t nobody pop shit the way I pop it (Ha)
Million dollar watch on my wrist, no capin ‘(bling)
Say he got money, where did it go, what happened? (Wah)
Sign to Gucci Mane, get rich, go platinum (Go, go)
I know the feds are watching but 12 can’t stop it (stoppin ‘)
The bales came in, I pulled up, went shopping (pulled up)
Pull up on a dawn and the top start drops off (The Dawn)
They let me out of jail and the price start bouncing (‘Wop)

Cartel mailbox money so dirty you could smell my money (Ah)
I am endowed with money, if you owe me something better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and look like money
And I don’t really need new friends
So please stop calling me Gemini, I’ll say that shit again
You never killed anyone
So you could never fit my skin, it’s Big Gucci Mane (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane]When you bang

Every time you move you have to move with a rocket (Ha)
If you look at the jewel you will see a pool and a faucet
Designers have sent the mail, come straight from the tropics
I have a coconut smell but it hit like we were boxing
She only ate the tail but she still says poisonous
She knows I have racks, so she makes it sloppier
I can’t feel my body from a Percocet
But she don’t get shit out of any of these pockets (no)

[Verse 3: BigWalkDog]Same young nigga still posted in the trick
On a plane with an enemy about to go into their shit
I don’t even like to fly, can’t move with a stick
Called my junkie from the jungle, he’ll pull up with the stick
If he talks to him on the phone now, he’ll stop at six
I’m talking about knocking, I don’t knock in the shit

You ain’t with me until a nigga got rich
My homie bangs Percocet, doctor says he’s endangered
Smokin ‘Wedding Cake, nobody in this bitch is married
Off the street, now a nigga is really married to this shit
I was broke as a bitch, now I got all this grip
Need blue cheese salad, nothing added to the mix
Went from noodle with the cracker to added steak to the list
Got a Glock 17, nothing added but a switch
Got that shit out of the mud, wouldn’t hand it over to a nigga
‘Before they call me a rat, they will call me a killer

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