Popeye Lyrics

Hear a nigga talking shit, he hear a fa fa

Bitches wanna drop that shit up when the block hot

Nigga gonna eat the spinach like I'm Popeye

I really got that feeling like I'm Popeye

Nigga really shining when I wanna walk through

I think shock is what a nigga gonna cause you

Damn shawty sucking good, with that eye view

Good with the head and left me with some fucking drool

I be puffin, I be vibing, I be feeling outer space

I hit the stank up, shawty caked up, can we take it to the face

I be high as ever it don't really matter what it takes

Where can we fuck shawty, then let's go to my place

Imma munch, we gonna fuck, she a whole slut

Imma buss, where it gone, ate the whole nut

Balance on, imma don, imma run it on

Wonder on, in the end, baby who I'm cumming on

Hear a nigga talking shit, he hear a fa fa

Bitches wanna drop that shit up when the block hot

Nigga gonna eat the spinach like I'm Popeye

I really got that feeling like I'm Popeye

Pop one nigga, shit should I pop two

Got the cigarettes for after sex for when I fuck you

Just fucked the bitch and she talking about I love you

Pornhub gonna love the way that I slut you

God it be hitting me

I'm pouring up some Hennessy

Brains in the whip now he looking John Kennedy

You be selling weed, well my nigga selling clothes

I got SZA for the hoes

And smoke Dza for the bros

It's money over bitches how you fucking up the code

Money Meech, I be feeling Money Mitch

It be funny how you niggas just be loving on a Trish

After I buss you go kissing her on lips

And I'm sipping through the block, I got the switch up on the hip

Tripping though the valley

I be coping through the alley

And you niggas never about it cause you all Lally dally motherfucker

Hear a nigga talking shit, he hear a fa fa

Bitches wanna drop that shit up when the block hot

Nigga gonna eat the spinach like I'm Popeye

I really got that feeling like I'm Popeye

Pissing on these niggas, and they call me R Kelly

I be feeling like I'm belly

Cause I'm seeing all blue at the telly

Damn she sucking on my dick

And she loving on my shit

Nasty mami how she wipe it on her lips

Neiman Marcus

We fucking in which department

Leave the garments

Cream pie when you walk it

Want a threesome cause she so damn nasty

Slutting out at home cause her mama got her classy

Rolling in the backseat

Pray to god, don't jack me

Might have that thing, never really catch me lacking

Fuck it, get your hoes up while you bitch made

And I'm rolling potent

Spliff smoking

Till it fucking hit my brain

Hear a nigga talking shit, he hear a fa fa

Bitches wanna drop that shit up when the block hot

Nigga gonna eat the spinach like I'm Popeye

I really got that feeling like I'm Popeye

Hear a nigga talking shit, he hear a fa fa

Bitches wanna drop that shit up when the block hot

Nigga gonna eat the spinach like I'm Popeye

I really got that feeling like I'm Popeye