Correction Lyrics Pussy Poppers Mix #1 by Fetty Wap

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I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)
Seen yo pretty a** soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though
In love with the money, I ain't nеver lettin' go

And I get high with my baby (My baby)
I just lеft the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's big ZooWap from the bando
Remind me where I can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp though
Count up hella them bands though
Boy how far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap, I'm livin' 50 thousand K how I stand though
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like…

And I get high with my baby (My baby)
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah

I would like to speak to the number 1 DJ in the planet
Mischief

It's everyday, bro, with the Disney Channel flow
Five mil' on YouTube in six months, never done before
Pa**ed all the compet**ion, man, PewDiePie is next
Man, I'm poppin' all these checks, got the brand new Rolex
And it match the Lambo too, and I'm coming with the crew
This is Team 10, b*t*h, who the hell are flippin' you?
And you know I kick them out if they ain't with the crew
Yeah, I'm talking about you, you beggin' for attention
Talking sh*t on Twitter, too, but you still hit my phone last night
It was 4:52, and I got the text to prove
And all the recordings too, don't make me tell them the truth
And I just dropped some new merch, and it's selling like a god church
Ohio's where I'm from, we chew 'em like it's gum
We shooting with a gun, the tattoo just for fun
I Usain Bolt and run, catch me at game one
I cannot be outdone, Jake Paul is number one
It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
I said it's everyday bro!

You know it's Nick Crompton, and my collar stay poppin'
Yes, I can rap, and no, I'm not from Compton
England is my city
And if it weren't for Team 10, then the US would be sh*tty
I'll pa** it to Chance, 'cause you know he stay litty

Two months ago, you didn't know my name
And now you want my fame?
B*t*h I'm blowin' up, I'm only going up
Now I'm going off, I'm never fallin' off
Like Mag, who? Digi who? Who are you?
All these beefs, I just ran through, hit a milli' in a month
Where were you? Hatin' on me back in West Fake
Think you need to get your sh*t straight
Jakey brought me to the top, now we really poppin' off
Number one and number four, that's why these fans all at our door
It's lonely at the top, so we all going
We left Ohio, now the trio's all rollin'
It's Team 10, b*t*h
We back again, always first, never last
We the future, we'll see you in the past
It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
I said it's everyday bro!

Hold on, hold on, hold on (Espera)
Can we switch the language? (Ha, ya tú sabe')
We 'bout to hit it (Dale)

Sí, lo único que quiero es dinero
Trabajando en YouTube todo el día entero (Dale)
Viviendo en U.S.A, el sueño de cualquiera (Ha)
Enviando dólares a mi familia entera (Pasta)
Tenemos una persona por encima
Se llama Donald Trump y está en la cima
Desde aquí te cantamos, can I get my VISA?
Martinez Twins, representando España
Desde la pobreza a la fama

It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
I said it's everyday bro!

Yo, it's Tessa Brooks
The compet**ion shook
These guys up on me
I got 'em with the hook
Lemme educate ya
And I ain't talking book
Panera is your home
So stop calling my phone
I'm flyin' like a drone
They buying like a loan
Yeah, I smell good
Is that your boy's cologne?

Is that your boy's cologne?
Started ballin', Quicken Loans
Now I'm in my flippin' zone
Yes, they all copy me, but..

You f**ked a McChicken
You put your d**k in
You couldn't f**k any women
So you f**ked a chicken
What the f**k
At least it wasn't a duck
You the typa dude to f**k a truck
Lilmar, more like lil mid
Lilmar, more like little d**k

F**k Lilmar, rapist pedo a** hes a b*t*h

You a pedophile, you like minors
I'm a breadophile, my fits designer
Lilmar pack watch
Lilmar mouth wash
Lilmar pack watch
Lilmar mouth wash

Me and Eyecrust we're bursting out the seams
We busting out the memes
See us in your dreams
We eat cheese cream
I'm up in the clouds
Never come down
I'm at the circus cause I'm a clown
If you don't know how to swim you'll drown
I am Sematary, Haunted Mound

Flaf Flauf, we gon' pull up to the gas stop
No point in trying 'cause you know that we can't stop
Flaf Flauf, we gon' pull up to the gas stop
No point in trying 'cause you know that we can't stop
Flaf Flauf, we gon' pull up to the gas stop
No point in trying 'cause you know that we can't stop

Pull up to the scene like a janitor, I'm gonna mop
Walk into Louis, see a fit I am gonna cop
Ay, yuh, and you know that we still bop
Me and the popper boys we ain't ever gonna stop
Yeah, how many times have I said that now
At least I can't have a mono-brow
Water my racks, they grow high
Just shot a baby, he ain't even get to say "goodbye"
I just stabbed another baby in the thigh
I might just hang myself with a tie

[Instrumental]

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