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Amy Miyu - Popular Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell a popped bitch-
Hold on, not yet hoe...
Shit, let's go

I tell a popped bitch, bitch I'm popular
I'll put a price on your head just to knock you off
Keep that energy in person when you poppin' off
Parallel panameras in the parking lot
I had to double park a nigga brodie talk too much
Outta pocket ass bitches always salty much
Ain't no need to really shade 'em they don't shine at all
I got some thick bitches with me buying out the mall

Car service with my bitches we don't walk enough
I could tiger stripe a hoe like i stretched a mark
Got a melon sized wallеt like Beyoncé's bra
Tan lines on thеse melons get my jiggle on
Bitch ain't popping got her leaking like her silicone
They heard a bitch vegan but I still shank a broad
Pull up with the sticks like a fucking shishkebab
Catch me running over hoes like the Sisqo song
Ain't a damn thing silver but this silver thong
Pillow talking sideline bitches steady gumming off
Sipping Kahlua's in Bermuda being bomfortable
Bum bitches got some nerve beimg comfortable
I tell a popped bitch, bitch I'm popular
I'll put a price on your head just to knock you off
Keep that energy in person when you poppin' off
Parallel panameras in the parking lot
I had to double park a nigga brodie talk too much
Outta pocket ass bitches always salty much
Ain't no need to really shade 'em they don't shine at all
I got some thick bitches with me buying out the mall


Swear swear petty ain't a pitty
Had to run that bitch up out the city
Heard you in Berlin barely working
Bally bags Burberry purchase
Blue flame burning like a furnace
Fuck around turning by the turnips
Courtesy of caskets with the courtins
Half a dolla bitches worth a Curtis
FN or mac and tech combined
Ain't no fucking mourning keep it quiet
Tunnel vision running to the light
Light you with this 30 on the side
FYE, FYE, FYE, FYE, FYE, boy you a god damn lie
Women lie men lie numbers don't but the both of them really tried
Can't hear a beep, can't hear a mope
Infrared beep with the click on remote
Haute like couture haute like a ho
Zero zero sum sum bankroll
Going out bad like pluton Nash
Pocket stuffed I need a Sudafed
You talk too much you friendly with the feds
Ain't no pillowtalking in my bed
Headrest fluff it up with cash
Matress pump it up with bags
BAG BAG BAG BAG BAGS, Birkin bitch I'm in my fucking bag
I tell a popped bitch, bitch I'm popular
I'll put a price on your head just to knock you off
Keep that energy in person when you poppin' off
Parallel panameras in the parking lot
I had to double park a nigga brodie talk too much
Outta pocket ass bitches always salty much
Ain't no need to really shade 'em they don't shine at all
I got some thick bitches with me buying out the mall