BWP - sh** Popper lyrics

Yo Lyndah, I hear you're trying to talk to my man What the f** you looking at him for? Man, you better stay out of his face [L] b**h! You getting up in my face I'm a put you in your f**ing place [Chorus:] [L & TM] Yo b**h, you better shut up Before you get f**ed up You fighting her, you fighting all of us You better chill, before you get bum rushed [Verse 1:] [L] I'm a tell you once, and you best understand No, I don't want your dumb a** man Stepping to me with that bullsh** b**h, you know you get your a** whipped Me, and that motherf**er? Ho, that n***a s**er Get the f** out my face, stay out my path Or my footprint'll be a f**ing autograph In your a**, stupid b**h Popping that dumb sh** You crazy as sh** I'll stomp a mudhole in you, b**h She dumb as hell b**h gonna make me go to jail But I don't give a f** [L & TM] 'Cause we got the bail [TM (Over Chorus)] Yo b**h, get out her motherf**ing face! Who do you think you talking to like that? You don't be going off on my homegirl like that I'll break your motherf**ing ears right quick in this motherf**er Get off her face! Go do the dishes You gonna do what? You gonna do, make my motherf**ing day, b**h! Make it! b**h, I'll hit you with... [fades] [Verse 2:] [L] sh** Popper, Do Hopper Big Doctor, motherf**er chopper One big bidet up in the house Others just say she's just a b**h with mouth She got a problem, thinking highly scented Hey yo b**h, go on and talk that sh** [TM] I'm the sh** Popper, the ho from Brooklyn n***az on my sh**, yo b**h, stop looking But I don't give a f** about what they say 'Cause a b**h like me, I got to get paid See, I'm the type of b**h that dates the dope dealers Set the s**ers up with the damn card feelers Always got to be posting bail 'Cause the n***az I hang with live in jail For taking out punk motherf**ers like you Since you're out to get robbed, that's how I do 'Cause I'm a b**h, I don't like s**ers [L & TM] Why [TM] I like hard motherf**ers The n***az that push the dope [L & TM] Why [TM] They buy my fat gold rope Brothers that take a life or two or three They'll take yours if you f** with me As you can see, I don't take no sh** I'm the type of b**h that you don't want to f** with b**hes who think you got cla** Ain't none of y'all sh**, so you can kiss my a** All my man did for some goddam dough Ready to f** with some coke or some blow Acting like you sophisticated and sh** You ain't nothing but a high price crack b**h Broke motherf**ers, this one's for you [Men] f** y'all b**hes [L & TM] Yo, f** y'all too [TM] Bum motherf**ers ain't got no money Don't you want p**y, do I look like a dummy? If I let a n***a like you get laid Huh, I got to get paid Lyndah, since you're the head b**h Why don't you grab the mic and finish this sh** [L] Hold up, hold up, wait a minute Wasn't that the same motherf**er whipping your a** last week And now you want to step in my face? You f**ing fool! It's time for that b**h to get schooled [Verse 3:] Well I'm Lyndah and I'm a teach you How to deal with a woman beater 'Cause you and your man disagree It don't give him no authority To be beating, kicking, hitting on you b**h, I'm a tell you what the f** to do Wait, 'till he go to sleep Into the bedroom, you must creep [gunshots] Three to the head Leave the motherf**er there laying for dead Punk motherf**er, he ain't got no heart If he did, he wouldn't hit ya, ho, from the start So ladies, if you're sick of getting hit Repeat after me [L & TM] f** that sh**! [L] Call the police, what the f** for? Sick of seeing two dicks at my door They take the motherf**er for a walk around the block You think that'll make the a** whooping stop? No, you must ask yourself If you can't, then pay someone else To break a few of his goddam bones That'll make the motherf**er leave you alone 'Cause I'm Lyndah and I'm a teach you That's what you do with a woman beater