- Lil Poppa R.I.P. (Remix) 歌词
- Lil Poppa
- Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Iceberg want a bag, b*tch
Why these n*ggas payin' for attention?
Puttin' me in they mentions
Playin' like we don't stand on business
Sh*t, all the opps been missin'
Bag on my head, come get it
Better not be no less than fifty
Better send your best to get me
Guaranteed he restin' with me
Can't lie, I'm 3D high
Can't let a n*gga rest in piss me
Can't f*ck with me in the streets
So try their best to diss me
Them n*ggas round ain't even your n*ggas
Right price, I'll have them flip you
Every week, youngin' got a new pistol
Smashed, he don't give a f*ck who with you
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a n*gga rest in piss me
Get high thinkin' 'bout my n*gga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these b*tches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doing the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind my business
I don't need another n*gga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy
How the f*ck we all in mourning
Thought you'd be happy as me
It's six years straight, no visits
Who the f*ck thought I had people?
B*tch know she seen me calling
So who is loss but I lost it
Young dawg in the hood too often
Being a real n*gga just might cost him
Make sense, I got this money
Still kept it real, can't take that from me
Red Hellcat, on the dash 220
All them nights you left a n*gga to starve, I won't forget
I see you in your feelings that I finally got the best
You know I hang with killers, everybody trained to blitz
Everybody on go
Free my n*ggas, I can't wait 'til they all get home
Prefer to do it with you, I can't do this sh*t alone
Mama steady at home
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a n*gga rest in piss me
Get high thinkin' 'bout my n*ggas
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these b*tches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doing the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind my business
I don't need another n*gga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy
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