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Popular Demand (Popeyes)
Lyricist:Gene Elliott Jr Thornton, Terrance Thornton, P Williams
Mami you miss me don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me don't you? You should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listenin' to the all time phenomenal Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo' Now I'm layin' out at the Delano though But don't get it twisted the Uzi's in the linin' though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo Pull up in the CL the *** astronomical Li-linin' up on the curb they fall like dominoes
Used to have this white *** she looked like Madonna though Heard that she *** LeBron but *** I don't know Like that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no
I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell'll know The hair shop *** from D.C. hey P, let 'em know Yeah, that *** was hot, yeah yeah, but it was time to go Them *** come in eeenie, meenie, miny-moe
Mami you miss me don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me don't you? You should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
Damn, mami good down to the cuticles I'm Cam, what's your name beautiful? Like man I could get used to you Or the ram, if you knew what I used to do
But call me uncle yeah, uncle Cam I tax 'em, like who? Like Uncle Sam From the jungle fam where *** bundle gram From below you tumble get murked on the humble Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And the gat on the belt on the hip And I keep a Pharrell with the Clipse
Drive a hard bargain, I'm Harlem's only Gagarin Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied I know ya moms well, tell ya mother hi I'm the other guy that got ya mother high Coke like a caterpillar, I make butterfly
Mami you miss me don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me don't you? You should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
Goddamn the boy's back For pushin' a mountain of snowcaps to avoidin' the 'Kojak' The pioneer of the *** rap I'm dancin' with the stars steppin' on blow doin' the toe tap
The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack It made its way home like a road map, I fathered this If I mislead any kid that's fatherless That burden's on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost, they sayin' they can't reach us The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper Whether watchin' for the Feds or avoidin' the Grim Reaper
We're deeper than rap, money and ***, it's deeper than that Fight the temptation but it keep comin' back Money stacked to the ceilin' just as quick as it dispense Who knew them comments meant you could lose your common sense? Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is repent
Mami you miss me don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me don't you? You should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand
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