P.O.P. chords by Mac Mall
Verse 1
Am
[ CHORUS ]
Em
It's paper over pussy,
Am
chips over a bitch
Em
Am
Em
Dough over a hoe, but suckers,
Am
Em
Am
they think with they dick
Em
Am
Em
It's dollars over nana,
Am
Em
see- notes over a slut
G's over breezies, yeah nigga,
Verse 2
what's up?
Am
[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]
Some more of it,
Em
Am
how you want it, patented and proven potent
Em
Pockets bulgin, diamonds glowin, ain't no secret,
Am
we on one
Em
Lights, camera, action,
muthafucka, it's mackin
Am
Release the Jacksons,
Em
Am
let em go, they ain't go buy the captains
Em
And I'm a general that's spittin
flows and peelin hoes
Am
Smokin dope, drinkin XO, but don't
fuck with no chemicals
Em
Your wifey want to try me,
hook up and give me body
Am
Em
But it's paper over pussy, break
bread or get from by me
Little mama, you fly,
Am
but I'm sharper than all
Em
Am
Save that drama for partner,
spendin up at the bar
Em
See, he like trickin chips, I just want to put
Am
dick between your lips
Hey, get another rock just for kicks,
Em
bust two nuts and then I switch
Hey player, she with your,
G
C
but if you know like I do
Em
You get further with baby,
she lookin like she want to choose
G
Am
C
And I'm one of those niggas that go hard
Em
on these bitches
Make em pay for the game and always
Verse 3
charge em interest
Am
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: Mac Mall ]
Em
You're owin me for knowin me and I'ma put
Am
ya down like you're 'posed to be
C
Girl, give MC nose to me, let
him pay rent and buy groceries
Em
Let that man play step daddy
and take care of them kids
Am
Em
If he knew how you was swallowin nuts,
that fool'd have a fit
See, I'm a savage,
Am
C
Em
I get mannish when I'm doggin yo bitch
Am
You're sittin home on your punk ass,
Em
you sittin, be pussy- whipped
Am
Em
C
Gotta be smokin that shit if you
Em
Am
think she ain't gettin hit
Em
Am
By Mister Iatola Komani from
Em
that Sesed Out click
Am
When you found out you was heart- broke,
Em
couldn't believe she was cut- throat
Am
But I ain't tryin to get comfortable,
Em
I'm just tryin to get my loot on
These niggas off the hinges,
Am
Em
lose they mind over these chickens
Showin out for these tramps,
and I forgot to mention
Am
She's goin both ways now,
Em
C
Em
chassy, quick to lay it down
Lip gloss and no drawers
at the club wildin out
Am
Little turf dirt- ass bitch
Lip gloss and no drawers,
Verse 4
at the club wildin out
Em
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Mac Mall
]
Now I betcha I won't sweat her
Am
and I be damned if I jocked
The broad top notch, a dime piece,
Em
to me they punk rock
Am
I give her a job and had
Em
the little chick on the clock
Bringin me ??? while busters
steady sprung on the twat
Am
You see, I rather count them big heads
C
till my fingers ache
Em
Am
Than have a fake fine bitch in my face,
all in the way
And Mister Mackin don't
Em
have breaks in my paper chase
G
I have a breezy sellin her crate and
transportin weight
Am
Cashin faulty checks in the bank
C
Em
She everything that daddy want she get
and what she get I take
I'm boss- gamin,
Am
boy, you're just small change
Em
And you'll forever be a sucker,
for a guy, for a dame
Verse 5
Look at them lames
C
[ CHORUS ]
Yeah nigga, what's up
Em
Yeah nig ga, what's up
Yeah nigga, what's up
(3X)
Verse 6
Am
You know See
man,
Em
these niggas claimin player
But the whole time
Am
Man, they bonafide tricks
Em
Yeah, Femi on the beat
Boss Game on the m- i- see
C
It ain't nothin new,
Em
you know how we do
[ CHORUS ]
Verse 7
Mac Mall Sesed Out
Am
535 proof
C
Em
Yeah nigga, what..
P.O.P.
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