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We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall. We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall. [RZA] Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son. I told nigga, just not run. I saw him on 205th in Fordham. This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!) I blown ya, you need a blood donor. My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
28 juil. 2022 · (Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB (Freemurda)) We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah) My glock (my glock), my four (my four) Throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door) From the P′s, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York) We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall (ShaCronz) Come on, let's cut the crap, money I′ve been gettin' this ...
throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door) From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York) We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall. Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey. Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey. Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey.
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We Pop Lyrics by RZA from the Rapper's Delight: 100 Ultimate Hip-Hop Anthems album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son I told nigga, just not r…
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah) My glock (my glock), my four (my four) throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door) From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York) We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall. Edit Lyrics. Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings.
We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall. My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door. From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers. We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall. Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey. Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey.
