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Ice Spice - Popa Remix Feat Anuel Aa Lyrics

La AA
Uh, uh
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón?
Uh, uh
Anuel
Brr
Uh, uh, uh, uh
¿Ah?
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
He ain't fuckin' 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 and the stewardess
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Brr)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (La AA)

100 millone' en el banco, en los tiroteo' no me tranco
Bajan to' los patrone' y hacemo' una reunión de narco
Los pillo en los concierto' y le' entro a bofetá' como Franco
Mandamo' en toa' las prisione', low, las USP y los campo'
Estuve en la penitenciaria y sobornamo' al guardia (Sobornamo' al guardia)
Conducta indisciplinaria, ejecutamo' y metemo' el iPhone por la yarda
Me monto a ti hasta Lewis, te metemo' sesenta en la boca, Jay Alvin (Brr)
Te vacío el tambor de setenta y sigo sacando peine' de la Birkin, brr
Te prendo el Terminator, 27 rojo sector (Grrah, 27)
Te bajamo' el finger como gladiator (Uh)
Si CHIMI no fuese cantante ya estuviese muerto (Brr)
No creo en nombre' como El Tuerto (Que en paz descanse Pacho)
Desde que Elías White Leon le metió las bofetá' a Héctor (¡Jaja!), brr

Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Like)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Like)

And I feed him good 'cause he a eater (He a 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 anema'
I ain't anema' (Like), got that heater (Grrah)
Bad bitches, I'm your leader (Leader)
Mad bitches wanna be her (Like)
Bitches can't see me for nothin' like Sia (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 fuckin' 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 and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Food in it)

Grrah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
She a stupid bitch