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Denzel Curry - Pop Lyrics

[Intro: Denzel Curry]
Yeah, you already know what time it is
It's your boy Zeltron a.k.a. Big Ultra in this bitch once again
And you already know, we gotta hold it down for the ULTRAGROUND
It's ULTRAGROUND or drown (It's a motherfuckin' mad world, nigga)

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
It's the man, the myth they call Big Ultra
I do this shit for the culture
Do what you want, 'cause a nigga gon' do what he 'posed to
Been underground like a gopher, ayy
Cosa Nostra, how many y'all want to deal with the ULTRAGROUND mafia?
Niggas tried to copy us, but always comes out sloppier
"Original," nigga, you pitiful, couldn't be like me if we were identical twins (Identical twins)
Mary Kate and Ashley, you pussy motherfuckers couldn't be in my ends
Carol City to be exact (CC)
Blackland wherе my niggas at (Blackland)
Paranoia on my brain, I got from P, I keep a strap

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
All my haters take offensе, all they hoes gon' ride the dick (Ride the dick)
All my fans gon' make me rich as long as they gon' bump my shit (Bump my shit)
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
[Verse 2: Key Nyata]
Nah, I ain't givin' no attitude, don't be actin' rude (What?)
Talkin' out loud and you neck to who?
I'm respectful too, be respectin' me
That's the formula, baby, the recipe
And it's the honor roll, so don't be testin' me
I got all A's, on and off the streets
Ammunition, the Glock, and a lot of P's
Nigga started out from sellin' LBs
Then I graduated to some other thangs
Then the money came, then your honey came
But that's another thang
Gotta move a lil' different with hella fame
Gotta dodge all them suckers and niggas hate
If the glove fittin', know I'm Gary Payton
We gon' steal his soul and send him down to Satan
Pray about it, smoke some head 'bout it
Then I'ma go on with my day about it
ULTRAGROUND, I never play about it
But it's don't fold 'til my body cold
Never needed luck to find a pot of gold (Woah)
Just a heavy hustle and a list of goals (Woah, woah)
You niggas still runnin' 'round, chasin' hoes, that's just how it goes
Personally, I could never, though, I'ma always be focused on paper, ho

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich as long as they gon' bump my shit (Bump my shit)
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
[Verse 3: Sauce Walka]
She got a— uh, she got a job that you bought her
I'm hangin' her off of a string, piñata
How much have I made off of my ding? A lotta
From strippers to lawyers to queens and models
This pimpin' full throttle, I'm Tokyo driftin' the bitch 'til it wobble
Left finger is twitchin', I'm itchin' to squabble
You niggas gold dust, it's so cold with a bottle
You know I'm a stunner, these hoes is around me
Fuck Olive Garden, these roses around me
Self-drive Cullinan, ride all over the county
Sauce Walka felt all over the bounty
Leavin' 'em dirty and holdin' it downy
Flavor we drippin', it's only astounding
She not a dancer, but poles is around me, hater is frownin'
LV button-up, catch me with Donald Trump and a double cup
Left, right, down, square, that's an uppercut
No Yeat, got the bitch on Tonka truck
Skeet, skeet, got the whole bed covered up
Drop a top-rank price on some earrings
Left hand B-ball, right bada bing
Ain't no alphabet better than the P, oohwee

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich as long as they gon' bump my shit (Bump my shit)
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch (Get money), paper over pussy, bitch (Get money)
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
[Outro: Sauce Walka]
Yeehaw
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Baby, don't panic, this shit organic
Pass my money left-handed
Spinnin', oohwee