Lyrics Three 6 Mafia – Poppin’ My Collar (Remix)

Chorus: repeat 2X
Now every since I could remember I been poppin my collar
Poppin poppin my collar, Poppin poppin my collar
Every since I could remember I been working this hoes

Project Pat
I know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims thicker
The paint dripper, the ice in my range glitter
I straight strip her, the cheese like pancake-ah
Rollin’ for cheese like the leaves in my handbreak-ah
Project Pat ah tracting dime pieces-ah
Dirty South-Ah, french braid, gold teeth-ah
I’m out here making sense cause I’m out here making dollars
I keep a fast bro dawg and I pop collars

Crunchy Black
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

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DMX
Yeah Yeah Gettin my country on WHAT! x4
Yeah this how we do aight?
I don’t pop collars, I pop niggaz in the collar
Pop niggaz ’til they holla, Pop niggaz for that dollar
Pop now he can’t swallow, Won’t be no more bitin
With a nigga gold gone, there gonna be no more fightin
Missed it nigga? I eat life, I shit death
Get down and go hard ’til ain’t shit left
Break niggaz pockets, Rake niggaz pockets

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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 fake-ry
Let me catch a girl up out some work and in my sight
And believe I’m gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I’m tryin to get paid however money is made
Alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain’t no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real

Juicy J
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with big trees
Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work force ain’t came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet

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