Lil Poppa - Buttons (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Lil Poppa - Buttons (en) şarkı sözleri
Wildchild
You know I ain't really
got to do no flexing
I don't really need to
Shit, I'm still trying to figure
out who I got to prove to
It's definitely none
of them niggas and
These hoes ‘gon choose shit,
your hoe, my hoe, whoever
Is you living or you balling
I don't even know
what to call it
I just wanted it
I bought that shit
Go & ask shawty she'll
tell you bout it
I send her back
keep your deposit
Cause I ain't even thinking
bout that bitch
Oh show now I'm lit
Oh so now I got them
on my dick
And I ain't even got a hit
Is it the cubans make
him gliss
The percs and lean me sick
Can't even lie
I need to detox
I can see it when I piss
Can't even lie
I need a vacay
This bitch wanna trip
Say jesus rose on a third day
on a fourth I took a sip
They hit the spot
on thursday
That shit fucked
up the year
Say if they land on a friday we
gone make it disappear like
Shawty wanna pop a pill she
ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live
I told the bitch
this real life
Diamonds cold enough
to cool my cup
Yeah that shit real ice
Sauce her up fuck it take her boss
her up it ain't nothing
I might not floss enough
It ain't really cost me
much trust me nigga
Don't bring all them hoes
with you
If all them hoes
ain't fucking
How you want war with
them young niggas
And all they guns
got buttons
Ok you know the sprite muddy
You know the ice flooded
Now you know the price
high
That shit gone run
you bout thirty
No I can't pull up right now cracker
hot it's still early
Quelo 24 hour chef
no matter
What he still serving
Fuck it nigga we still
swerving
It's been years
I'm still hurting
Don't think the pills
working
We still lurking trying
to get him real worse
This bitch a head doctor
but
I think that I need
a real nurse
We talking expensive pain
I'm wasting lean
on my designer shirt
My brain say go to church but
I'm insane I pop a perc
On all these drugs with q3
But if they swing
know we alert
Shit in my veins and
that's since birth
Go against the grain
and that's a curse
Hot like propane and
ima blow up nigga
If you don't put out the flame
nigga better cool me down
Diamonds cold enough to cool my
cup yeah that shit real ice
Sauce her up fuck it
Take her boss her up it
ain't nothing
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