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Popcorn - Ruffs + Rares
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Top of the morning to you, top of the morn
Niggas been sleep, now you're a newborn
'Til the break of dawn, we be causing mad drama
Like hot butter on... popcorn, mama!
I'm a mind bender, I love tender skin gender
Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender
I'm the spender, from every red cent 'til I'm stopped
Rock with the causes, no cop, 'cause we deep like a swamp
Self-a-ba-ba-ba, I never fudges
I hold everything from mics to light grudges
I won't let a bygone be a bygone
Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn
I'm controlling all you snakes with, cooking up the cakes with
Hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake 'em
But naked, take it from the riddle of Batman
Who be the oddball? Jekyll the fat man
Pass the cat, man, the Doc's in America
Go pop, but not like the kid I used to break with
Way back when, like '84 in my last look
He's looking to get his ass whooped and his cash took
That and a old school flavor like a bomber like
Hot butter on... popcorn, mama!
Popcorn, mama
Popcorn, mama
Popcorn, mama
Popcorn, mama
I won't funk fake, so let your toes go
Hip-hop break, full of bullshit
Quick to make a cherry, make her feel like Mary
In's hot butter, says well to your mother
So big shit, but dig it, I rock shit, I wig it
I cock shit, I click it to lick off the wicked weak ones
Deep in the club with sneak guns
And boogie with the fly freak unique huns
You got the runs, but we be running shit on the underratedness
Of another place, and so we're constipated
But so what? I wanna sit in my pajamas like
Hot butter on... popcorn, mama!
Popcorn, mama
Popcorn, mama
Popcorn, mama
Popcorn, mama
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