Lil Poppa Got a Brand New Bag - текст песни
Lil Poppa Got a Brand New Bag
[Young Bleed] Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz Be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool? That's how I come up, that's how it go down Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin From a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine Smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine In blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh) Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit
[Maxinelli] Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?) Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace Cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK
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