Pill Pxpper lyrics

[Intro]
Brr, ayy, ayy, yeah
Brr, brr, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy!

[Chorus]
She wanna talk, I’m not a talker
I just pop pills, I’m not a doctor
She’s someone’s daughter, I’m not the father
I’m like her father, she do what I taught her (Oh yeah, aye)
I’m a pill popper, suburban house robber (Oh yeah, aye)
In my Louis joggers, where my waistband hold my chopper

[Verse]
I got two di*ks in my size 30 pants
One has a clip that hold 30 won’t jam (Woo)
One in yo’ b*tch and like 30 my fans
I got 30 these bands, you could earn on the van (Oh yeah, aye)
b*tch, I earned my advance
I spend as much as I want on these pants (Yeah)
I give a f*ck who don’t f*ck with the man
Cause hoes f*ck with the man, b*tch, what’s up, I’m the man
Aye, may I please have this dance (Yeah)
Will you please take my hand (Yeah)
Will you please take a chance
On a n*gga like me, I’m not asking again (Oh yeah, ayy)
Can I meet all yo’ friends, uh
Can we pop all these xans, uh
Like we’re kids all again
Ain’t no talking to him, baby, take off your pants, uh
[Chorus]
She wanna talk, I’m not a talker
I just pop pills I’m not a doctor
She’s someone’s daughter I’m not the father
I’m like her father she do what I taught her (Oh yeah, aye)
I’m a pill popper, suburban house robber (Oh yeah, aye)
In my Louis joggers, where my waistband hold my chopper

[Outro]
Brr
Oh yeah, ayy