Three 6 Mafia - Poppin' My Collar Lyrics

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 h*es
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****, an ugly b****, 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**** wet
So I could get paid and relax in the shade
And say f*** a nine to five 'cause a n**** 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

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(Crunchy Blac)

She's just another h*e 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 h*es out there bringing your boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that b**** is understood

Ain't having to shout at no motherf***ing slut
You know I'm acting b**** make cut a f***ing rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'ma hit you in your head and leave your ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
These h*es out here be f***ing for a motherf***ing dub, FREAK B****!

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