Correction Paroles R.I.P. (Remix) par Lil Poppa

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Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Iceberg want a bag, b*t*h

Why these n***as 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***a rest in p*ss me
Can't f**k with me in the streets
So try their best to diss me
Them n***as round ain't even your n***as
Right price, I'll havе them flip you
Every week, youngin' got a new pistol
Smashеd, he don't give a f**k 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***a rest in p*ss me
Get high thinkin' 'bout my n***a
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these b*t*hes
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***a ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy

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