Send "Poppin' My Collar (remix)" Ringtone to your Cell


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Now every since I could remember I been poppin my collar
Poppin poppin my collar, Poppin poppin my collar
Every since I could remember I been working this hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
Project Pat
I know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims thicker
The paint dripper, the ice in my range glitter
I straight strip her, the cheese like pancakeah
Rollin' for cheese like the leaves in my handbreakah
Project Pat ah tracting dime piecesah
Dirty SouthAh, french braid, gold teethah
I'm out here making sense cause I'm out here making dollars
I keep a fast bro dawg and I pop collars
Crunchy Black
She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
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DMX
Yeah Yeah Gettin my country on WHAT! x4
Yeah this how we do aight?
I don't pop collars, I pop niggaz in the collar
Pop niggaz 'til they holla, Pop niggaz for that dollar
Pop now he can't swallow, Won't be no more bitin
With a nigga gold gone, there gonna be no more fightin
Missed it nigga? I eat life, I shit death
Get down and go hard 'til ain't shit left
Break niggaz pockets, Rake niggaz pockets
Y'all niggaz know the deal, make niggaz stop it
Anything get said about dawg, get said behind dawg back
Cause y'all know how the dawg act
Light to the dawg without hittin a switch
Got 'em screamin sound like I'm hittin a bitch, AIGHT?!?
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DJ Paul
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fakery
Let me catch a girl up out some work and in my sight
And believe I'm gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryin to get paid however money is made
Alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real
Juicy J
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with big trees
Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work force ain't came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
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Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Songwriters: HUTCH, WILLIE/HOUSTON, JORDAN/BEAUREGARD, PAUL