Popa Chief - Guess Who's Back Lyrics

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[popa chief]

Popa chief the livewire hot like a hair dryer

Everybody get low like a flat tire

Everybody bring an onion to the bonfire

Constantly expanding my burnt biskut empire

I get a chubby every time it's a sell out show

Let a nigga flow niggas better have my dough

Extremely articulate intricate like hamlet

Styles immaculate heat seaker counterfeit

The killas replacement duck grenade fragments

I liver under the stairs in the back of the basement

So far underground some don't understand the sound

Look listen learn nigga this is how you put it down

No airplay no promotions no cannons exploding

Highjack to the higher presence of gats got 'em open

Now tell me what's fucking with that

Popa chief ain't going nowhere here forever like frat

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*popa chief talking*

[popa chief]

Bus to the train to the plane

The marquise don't say my name

Only thing missing is the fortune of fame

You'll never amount to shit you don't have what it takes

You're too old you'll always be a loser

I know they giggling behind my back

Lost two fans over this rap shit i love this bitch

Loved her so much i married the bitch

Had a few hits wit the bitch promised to never leave the bitch

We gon' stay together until we get rich

Hip hop 24/7 non stop hah

Until the last brain cell pop hah

Until they call the cops

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