POP OUT Lyrics by Benjamin Earl Turner
Scribing
I get that sh#t, that sh#t sound logical, don’t it?
That sh#t sound like a mathematical equation
Two plus two equals four
And then when I present the sh#t, she got a problem
It’s my birthday, b#tch
All these n#gg#s be, ayy, yeah
All these n#gg#s be joggin’, no cap
All these n#gg#s be joggin’ me (Skrrt)
We might, we might, we might
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Benjamin Earl Turner Lyrics – POP OUT