poppin’ my collar lyrics – three 6 mafia

[chorus: repeat 2x]
now every since i could remember i been popping my collar
popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar
every since i could remember i been working this hoes
and they better put my money in my hand

[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 fackery
let me catch a girl up out some work in my site
and believe i’m gonna be at you in the daylight with a flashlight
i’m trying to get paid however money is made
a lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
but me i ain’t no pimp, i just love to borrow
paper from a fat b*tch, an ugly b*tch, a model for real

[juicy j]
well you know me by the juice man hanging out with big triece
standing on the porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed
trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain’t came yet
that’s why i stay in a girl ear to keep that p*ssy wet
so i could get paid and relax in the shade
and say f*ck a nine to five ’cause a n*gg* tired of slaving
it’s never easy for a player in the hood on the come up
if i meet a girl with three kids or more she get done up

[chorus]

[crunchy blac]
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
i got some hoes out there bringing your boy back some good
that ghetty green you know what i mean that b*tch is understood
ain’t having to shout at no motherf*cking sl*t
you know i’m acting b*tch make cut a f*cking rug
you better get out there and get my money in the woods
i’ma hit you in your head and leave your *ss with a plug
you know i gotta have, gotta get my money what
these hoes out here be f*cking for a motherf*cking dub, freak b*tch!

[chorus]

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