- Lil Poppa Roger That 歌詞
- Lil Poppa
- (Drum Dummie, Dummie, Dummie)
Sun down to sun up
When Im around, they dont never put the guns down
My brother told me I cost too much to risk
And on top of that, I be talking too much s**t
But **** it, n***a gon head and roger that
What I do they follow that
Dont spit that out , gir,l swallow that
Mr. Get The Head, dont call her back
I got groupie b***hes in my DM asking for a follow back
I know n***as trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can call the trap
I am not a rapper, baby, I dont like to call it rap
Official book bag boy, everybody round me strapped
Dont know what happened to that last boy
Aint nobody round me clap
Disrespect this s**t, he on your ass, boy, thats my lil soulja there
You can pull up anytime of day, bet my lil soulja there
B***h, its over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tеll them boys to spin that b*** h
But we too close for that
Likе, we dont know where they loafing at
No, we aint playing, call a coach for that
Another win, make a toast to that
Just got a call, say Im in Rolling Stone
Thinking Im hotter than your favorite rapper
Aint got a chain or a Rollie on now
Now I got to go get another phone
New number, you cant call this one
Everybody would have the knowledge if we all listened
Tryna walk but they aint craw with me
I cant trip, s**t, my dawg switching
This whole different type of living
But a lot of s**t aint yall business
I just filled a opp ho up with back shots, all Rickys
S**t, I tried to let the bro hit her but I know my dawg picky
But **** it, n***a gon head and roger that
What I do they follow that
Dont spit that out, gir,l swallow that
Mr. Get The Head, dont call her back
I got groupie b***hes in my DM asking for a follow back
I know n***as trap morning to P.M, 24/ 7, you can call the trap
I am not a rapper, baby, I dont like to call it rap
Official book bag boy, everybody round me strapped
Dont know what happened to that last boy
Aint nobody round me clap
Disrespect this s**t, he on your ass, boy, thats my lil soulja th
You got the drop, she there, so focus there
Dont let nobody know you there
Dont take no pics, dont post you there
Big Wildchild, you know its rare
Anytime she text me dollar signs, s**t, I know its her
So what I do? I keep it player
Like, keep it cute, go get your nails done
My Uncle Don a Muslim, Im covered by every prayer
Mama a Christian, when I get to tripping
She put holy water behind my ear
But Im thuggin thy shall not fear, forgive em thy shall not kill
Thats what my OG told me
And every n***a played with him got hit
2014, it got real, still traumatized, thats why I got pills
Heard my lil brother died, I just caught chills
Fresh bomb, jit say he finna off [?]
I tried to tell em them n***as playing lost still
But **** it, n***a gon head and roger that
What I do they follow that
Dont spit that out, gir,l swallow that
Mr. Get The Head, dont call her back
I got groupie b***hes in my DM asking for a follow back
I know n***as trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can call the trap
I am not a rapper, baby, I dont like to call it rap
Official book bag boy, everybody round me strapped
Dont know what happened to that last boy
Aint nobody round me clap
Disrespect this s**t, he on your ass, boy, thats my lil soulja there
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