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Feenin'
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Lil Poppa
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[Intro] Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy [Verse 1] Ayy, pour some more 'cause I can't taste it Get it up off the floor, that shit keep wasting Nigga fall in love with that ho, that shit be crazy They say my block got that shit like 1980 This that high, my name Slim Shady This that California, girl, I ain't talking Saweetie, I'm talking Katy This that cash money, shit, I ain't talking Juvie, I'm talking Baby Pull up on fuck shit, nigga know I flip like Dooda if you play with me I don't duck shit, titties look like hooters on this K with me [Chorus] Pull up leaning, codeining Percocets make perfect sex She feening, she need it I don't know why this bitch ain't working yet Niggas hiding, where they at? Them boys ain't stop lurking yet Detectives say you murdered that Boy, I ain't never heard of that [Pos-Chorus] I'll pull up flashing, I'm having Tell them boys get up with me Take the backend and stash it 'Cause them niggas get hit up for free Ayy, what's your passion? You rapping? And I'll shoot this bitch up like threes Big four O, got it holding my jeans Nigga, I'll wet this bitch up like Lee [Verse 2] Nigga, I see nothing but red like Squeeze Fuck rapping, I'll go back out East 1228, trying to buy, not lease And put them college funds up for my niece Commissary, that's for Caprice My brother raised a fucking beast Know he told me some shit that stuck with me He say—, if a nigga fuck with me [Chorus] Pull up leaning, codeining Percocets make perfect sex She feening, she need it I don't know why this bitch ain't working yet Niggas hiding, where they at? Them boys ain't stop lurking yet Detectives say you murdered that Boy, I ain't never heard of that [Verse 3] Pull up fresher than the pastor, like what chapter? I got what you looking for, just meet me in the chapel I'm the words of Ms. Barbara, you sporty bastard What you got to say 'bout—, I'ma just roll a fat one Ayy, I heard what a name just died round there on, shh I'ma roll it after If she ain't the baddest, okay, who badder? I post her but don't at her Don't care who had her, that shit don't matter And that ass been getting fatter Shit smell like Texico, I only want the best to smoke Ayy, they know who run 904, I'm like El Chapo in Mexico Block the ho, don't text the ho Don't pop no more, I'm stressing though Don't drink no more, I tried it But this shit here come from Texas though Without it I can't rest no more Counting up my blessings at the Westin with my weapon on me Ayy, this just for protection though [Chorus] Pull up leaning, codeining Percocets make perfect sex She feening, she need it I don't know why this bitch ain't working yet Niggas hiding, where they at? Them boys ain't stop lurking yet Detectives say you murdered that Boy, I ain't never heard of that [Pos-Chorus] I'll pull up flashing, I'm having Tell them boys get up with me Take the backend and stash it 'Cause them niggas get hit up for free Ayy, what's your passion? You rapping? And I'll shoot this bitch up like threes Big four O, got it holding my jeans Nigga, I'll wet this bitch up like Lee
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