Poppin' My Collar lyrics

Song information

Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Album: The Most Known Unknown

Lyrics

Now eva since I can remember
I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin' poppin' my collar)
(Poppin' poppin' my collar)
Now eva since I can remember
I've been workin these ho's
En they betta put my money in my hand
[ repeat 1 ]

Dj paul:
Now when it comes to gettin bread
I got the keys to the bakery
A lotta dudes swear they playin'
Man they some fakerie
Let me catch ya girl up out deh workin in ma site
En believe im goin be atcha in da daylight wit a flashlight
Im trying to get paid however money is made
A lota dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I aint no pimp
I just love to borrow
Take it from a fat bitch ugly bitch a model for real

Juicy j:
Well you know me
By da juice mane
Hanging out with big triece
Standin' on the porch drankin liquor
Drunk, smokin weed
Tryin' ta get a paycheck
For work ern came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl
Ear to keep that pussy wet
So I can get paid
And relax in tha shade
And say fuck a 9 ta 5
Cuz a nigga tired of slavin'
Neva easy for a playa in tha hood
On the come-up
If I meet a gal with 3 kids
Or more shes get donna

[ chorus x2 ]

Crunchy black:
She just another ho that I met in da hood
I told her I was crunchy black en it was all good
She might as well goin head suck on ma wood
En let me whisper somethin in her ear if I could
I got some ho's that can bring your boy back some good
Getty green, ya know what I mean that bitch is understood
Aint have to shout at no motha fuckin slut
You know im actin' bitch
Dont make me blow tha fuckin club
You betta get a dern get my money in tha bud
Ima hitcha in tha head, then ya ass wit a plug
Ya know I gotta have it gotta get my money wha
These ho's out here be fuckin for a motha fuckin dub!
Freaky bitch!

[ chorus x2 ]

Project pat:

I know you are sicka then sicka
When you see tha rims thicka
The paint drippa
Ice in my my rang's glitta
I stay flippa the
Cheese like pancaka
Rollin da cheese like the needs from my hand's rigga
Project pata
I track dem dime peacas
Some dirty sucka
French braid gold teetha
Im bouta maka sence cuz im bouta maka dollas
I keep a bad broad dog and a popped colla

[ chorus ]