8 God Rod - 8 POP ROD Lyrics

Turn that beat up, fuzz
Come on, come on
8 god do pop?
I'm the only one to get it jumpin
Mmmmmm
Pump it up pump it up no stumpin
Bad bitch in the back she f*cking
Yeaaaa
We smoking we rolling got munchies
We focus got Trojans need nothing
Now I'm up Everybody needs something
Oh
Oh
Baby, come on
Don't stop till it go
Baby on the floor
She gon' rock and roll
Rock and roll
They say, oh, I'm back on the block
They say, hey, God
How he doing pop
Ride with a chopper
I'ma hit him with a shot
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
8 God doing pop
Oh, pop, pop, pop
Ah, ah, ah
Mm-hmm
I told a bad bitch, come on
Baby, I'm aware
And I never take care
This shit ain't not fair
And I told u I'm aware
What u wanna wear
I gotta stare
Give you a glare
We cannot share
Baby, I feel like I'm Drake
Take care
Baby, I'm trying to be the littest like the mayor
Baby, I was in it
And you know I interfere
Anything I say, I always say it
Sincere
Huh
Let me breathe for a moment
Our emotions
I repeat for the moment
I was on
Now we on it
And a baby might on it
She was rubbing my body with ointment
So that baby get on it, get on it
8 God doing pop
Ah, pop, pop, pop
Yeah
They know I did pop
They know this shit don't stop
I was chilling
I was rolling on the block
Never heard a pop
Nigga sell rocks
Never heard a pop
Nigga sell rocks
Never heard a pop
Nigga sell rocks
Come on
Come on
That shit don't mean nothing
Got rich
Everybody needs something
I don't give a f*ck about you
I'm punching
I'm carving in the pussy like a pumpkin
If you talking about nothing, end discussion
I ain't rushing
Rolling up Russians
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
They like 8 God doin pop
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