Pop Smoke – Enjoy Yourself (Remix) (ft. Burna Boy) (Audio, Lyrics, Visualizer)

Off Pop Smoke’s posthumous album is the remix to “Enjoy Yourself” featuring Nigeria’s Burna Boy. Listen, watch the official visualizer, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download, buy the song produced by LuciG & Palaze.

Pop Smoke Enjoy Yourself (remix)

Upon the release of Pop Smoke’s chart-topping posthumous album Shoot For The Stars, Aim For The Moon, one of the sole complaints about the body of work was that it did not include the leaked version of “Enjoy Yourself,” then known as “Drink Freely (Serena),” with a featured appearance from Burna Boy. Instead, Colombian superstar Karol G was added to the track, helping it flow with the rest of the album.

On Pop Smoke’s birthday, Steven Victor and the rest of the late artist’s team decided to unleash the deluxe copy of the album, which included a total of fifteen new songs. One of them was the long-awaited original version of “Enjoy Yourself,” now marketed as the remix.

The Burna Boy version of the song is officially here, much to the pleasure of Pop’s fans worldwide. It includes the same first verse from the Brooklyn rapper, making way for Burna to jump in for the second verse, and keeping the hook uniform.

Pop Smoke – Enjoy Yourself (Remix) (ft. Burna Boy) (prod. LuciG & Palaze)

Watch Visualizer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBRMupU125k

Lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yeah
Palaze, what you cookin?´
Look (Look)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
You don’t gotta put your cup down, hold on (Ooh)
Drink freely (Yeah) and holla at me if you need me (Ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (Ooh)
They say, “Fly girls have more fun” (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah
You should enjoy yourself
(Yuh yuh)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
It’s a room full of trap niggas (Trap), strap niggas (Strap)
If the opps run up in this shit, we gon’ clap niggas (Oh)
Woo niggas (Huh), some slatt niggas (Slatt)
Pockets fat like a fat nigga, yeah (Ooh)
Shopping up in Saks Fifth with a cup of Actavis to get Christian Dior
Look, I be all up in the stores
Young nigga, I can buy you what you want (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got a fat ass, shorty shaped like Serena (Oh)
Long hair, brown eyes, shorty look like Selena (Selena)
Shorty said that she was Puerto Rican (Rican)
Her pussy wet like Katrina (Katrina, Katrina)
Oh, 2-10 on the dashboard (Dash)
Shorty, be clear what you ask for
And she got that get-right momma
And I gotta get my baby
Listen, I don’t want no problems (I don’t want)
I just want my baby (Look, look)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
You don’t gotta put your cup down, hold on (Ooh)
Drink freely (Yeah) and holla at me if you need me (Ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (Ooh)
They say, “Fly girls have more fun” (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah
You should enjoy yourself

[Verse 2: Burna Boy & Pop Smoke]
And we outside goin’ beep, beep, beep
I pull up where you eat and sleep
Ah, don’t have no time for no meet and greet
She have a man, so she creep and sneak (Oh)
Wanna take it real deep and deep
Deep until she can’t speak, yeah, yeah
She was screamin’ “Jesus, please”
If you think she could be complete
Know we come and look through the back door ’cause it’s my dog
Got a strap on him and go slap one of them
He gon’ catch a body if somebody should act hard
I’m just tryna party and play with my bank card
Say she want alcohol, no chaser (Ooh)
She gon’ let me hit it and collect her changes up
Don’t stop throwin’ your back, it’s major
Swimmin’ in your water, I’m like a sailor
Bumping Pop Smoke through the speaker
She said Long Live Papi Locsta (Look, look)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
You don’t gotta put your cup down, hold on (Ooh)
Drink freely (Yeah) and holla at me if you need me (Ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (Ooh)
Look, they say, “Fly girls have more fun” (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah
You should enjoy yourself

[Outro: Pop Smoke]
I won’t kiss and tell
Just buy you Chanel
Always roll you up, put H’s on your belt