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    Young M.A / Lyrics

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    "Brooklyn Poppin'" Lyrics

    Young M.A

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    [Intro]
    Ain't nothing like that good ole' liquor nigga
    Yo punch what up man

    [Hook 1]
    If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
    If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin
    I got that now, I got that later, what you coppin?
    I got that loud, I got that stink, I got that rotten

    [Verse 1]
    I finesse, I collect, I deposit
    Thats probably why your bitch is in my comments
    I say come and get this dick
    She say, "Where? Nigga stop it"
    I said I got that 8 inch in the closet
    Yea they hatin',but they watchin'
    Fuck being in my bag, I'm in my wallet
    Mad hoes, mad hoes I admit I be thottin'
    I get pussy from my locs, you get pussy from you pockets
    I don't care if she foreign, I don't care if she exotic
    I like women from the hood, that'll pop it if they cock it
    When we driven and we hear that "woop woop", yea them sirens
    She don't run, she be the one to take the work and she hide it
    And now they looking looking they won't find it
    And now her pussy smell like that exotic
    Y'all can have that foreign from the island
    Ain't nothing like a dumb bitch from the projects

    [Hook 2]
    If you ain't Red Lyfe, you ain't poppin'
    And if the head ain't right, she ain't ridin'
    You ain't heard Young M.A., the trendin' topic
    We fuckin' up some commas, you just common

    [Verse 2]
    Like a skateboard on the rail, we just grindin'
    To be honest, I just do it, I don't promise
    Ignore the haters they just want to get acknowledged
    My account, match the numbers on my mileage
    If they ain't talkin' what we talkin' we ain't signin'
    Nope, nope, no John Hancockin'
    On my way to the top, slowly comin'
    Had to kick down the door, they ain't hear when i was knockin'
    Now im wildin'
    On any track I get on, I demolish
    Cuz, rap is all I know, I said fuck goin' to college
    I already got the knowledge
    On what I'm trynna accomplish
    Nobody's in my alignment
    Young M.A., Brooklyn's Finest

    [Hook 3]
    You wearin' foreigns with no car, you ain't poppin
    If you don't know who we are, you ain't poppin'
    You poppin' other niggas bottles, you ain't poppin
    Shawty you ain't trynna swallow you ain't poppin'

    [Outro]
    If you ain't reppin' Brooklyn, you ain't poppin'
    If you ain't reppin' Brooklyn, you ain't poppin'
    If you ain't reppin' Brooklyn, you ain't poppin' nigga
    If you ain't reppin' Brooklyn, you ain't poppin' nigga
    Shout out to punch, you reppin' Brooklyn cuz you poppin nigga
    Cuz we only reppin' Brooklyn, cuz we poppin' nigga (Huh?)
    Brooklyn we poppin' nigga
    It's BK, and we poppin' nigga
    We reppin Brooklyn, cuz we poppin' nigga (Huh?)
    We reppin Brooklyn, cuz we poppin nigga
    It's Brooklyn
    This song was submitted on July 21st, 2016.
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