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Popa Video (MV)




Performed By: Ice Spice
From Album: Y2K!
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Ephrem Louis Lopez Jr., Javier Mercado, Isis Naija Gaston, Daniel Mohsen Mohammadi
Year: 2024




Ice Spice - Popa Lyrics
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Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)
Uh, uh

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (grrah)
He ain't f*ckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler, bitch (cooler, bitch)
Just me on the plane, yeah, and the stewardess
All this f*ckin' breesh, what to do with it? (grrah)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in there (grrah)

Skin the color coca, put his nose in (nose in)
Told him that I love him, I was trollin' (trollin')
They ain't want me to win, I was chosen (chosen)
That bitch talkin' shit, she get poked in (grrah)
Tell her drop a pin, we ain't bowlin' (grrah)
Make them bitches sick, I got motion (like)
See her, I'm like, "Grrah," that's a slogan (like)
That bitch, she my twin, like the Olsens (like)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (grrah)
He ain't f*ckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (grrah)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (grrah)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler, bitch (cooler, bitch)
Just me on the plane, yeah, and the stewardess (stewardess)
All this f*ckin' breesh, what to do with it? (like)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in there (like)

And I feed him good 'cause he a eater (eater)
And he beat that cat, call up PETA (like)
When he goin' slow, tell him, "Speed up" (uh-huh)
Diamonds on my neck like I'm anemi'
I ain't anemi', (like) got that heater (grah)
Bad bitches, I'm your leader (leader)
Mad bitches wanna be her (like)
Bitches can't see me for nothin', like, "See ya" (grrah)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (super lit)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (stupid wrist)
He ain't f*ckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler, bitch (cooler, bitch)
Just me on the plane, yeah, and the stewardess (stewardess)
All this f*ckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in there (food in there)

Grrah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
She a stupid bitch
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Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)
Uh, uh

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (grrah)
He ain't f*ckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler, bitch (cooler, bitch)
Just me on the plane, yeah, and the stewardess
All this f*ckin' breesh, what to do with it? (grrah)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in there (grrah)

Skin the color coca, put his nose in (nose in)
Told him that I love him, I was trollin' (trollin')
They ain't want me to win, I was chosen (chosen)
That bitch talkin' shit, she get poked in (grrah)
Tell her drop a pin, we ain't bowlin' (grrah)
Make them bitches sick, I got motion (like)
See her, I'm like, "Grrah," that's a slogan (like)
That bitch, she my twin, like the Olsens (like)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (grrah)
He ain't f*ckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (grrah)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (grrah)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler, bitch (cooler, bitch)
Just me on the plane, yeah, and the stewardess (stewardess)
All this f*ckin' breesh, what to do with it? (like)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in there (like)

And I feed him good 'cause he a eater (eater)
And he beat that cat, call up PETA (like)
When he goin' slow, tell him, "Speed up" (uh-huh)
Diamonds on my neck like I'm anemi'
I ain't anemi', (like) got that heater (grah)
Bad bitches, I'm your leader (leader)
Mad bitches wanna be her (like)
Bitches can't see me for nothin', like, "See ya" (grrah)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (super lit)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (stupid wrist)
He ain't f*ckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler, bitch (cooler, bitch)
Just me on the plane, yeah, and the stewardess (stewardess)
All this f*ckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in there (food in there)

Grrah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
She a stupid bitch
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Writer: Ephrem Louis Lopez Jr., Javier Mercado, Isis Naija Gaston, Daniel Mohsen Mohammadi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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