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    Lil Poppa feat. Stunna 4 Vegas – Bankrolls & Groupie Hoes [2020]

    Künstler:
    Lil PoppaStunna 4 Vegas

    [Intro]
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    [Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
    All the real niggas getting murdered, I hope I don’t die the same way
    But I ain’t worried them youngins spinning the same day
    I wasn’t surprise my nigga died with the same K
    And just ’cause they on live all outside them niggas ain’t safe
    A hundred hoes in this bitch and they finna get hit the gang way
    She fascinated at how they hit she keep asking me what my chain say
    And if a nigga get to trippin’, we wet this bitch up the rain way
    On the ground where his head lay, tryna see what his brain think
    And I done turned into a fiend done started poppin’ them everyday
    Aye, what the fuck you niggas mean we rollin’ different opps in every J
    My brother hate you then it’s fuck ya, yeah, I go whenever Quez say
    Hold up let me switch the topic before I say some shit that Quez say

    [Chorus: Lil Poppa]
    What that is in your pocket?
    Hundreds, twenty’s, fifty’s
    I keep fuckin’ up my count, Goddamn I’m trippin’
    He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that’s probably why he limping
    And he know all the hoes want him, that’s why he fuckin’ all the bitches
    Girl, what your name is?
    Kisha, Lisha, Brittany
    My lil’ gutta, bitch, she with it she know we don’t do no kissin’
    They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended
    Better duck when they go to hittin’ ’cause they don’t do no missin’

    [Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
    I’ma leave it in the streets, fuck a mention
    What is beef? We clear the smoke
    Let me know if it’s some tension
    My lil’ hitta cut throat, he say his trigger finger itching
    We ain’t never duck smoke, I’m tryna get rid of them bitches
    I just put a ten on a nigga, Percocet 10’s in my body, I’m trippin’
    Shawty eat the dick up like a video vixen
    Spin a nigga block ’til every gun empty
    And we won’t leave no witness, no we don’t do no missin’
    Fire in yo’ face, I’m tryna knock a nigga nose off
    I know we dumpin’ out the gate, ’cause my killa think he O’Dawg
    I put dick all in her face and I make shawty take her clothes off
    Plenty hoes like Flava Flav I line ’em up and do a roll call

    [Chorus: Lil Poppa]
    What that is in your pocket?
    Hundreds, twenty’s, fifty’s
    I keep fuckin’ up my count, Goddamn I’m trippin’
    He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that’s probably why he limping
    And he know all the hoes want him, that’s why he fuckin’ all the bitches
    Girl, what your name is?
    Kisha, Lisha, Brittany
    My lil’ gutta, bitch, she with it she know we don’t do no kissin’
    They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended
    Better duck when they go to hittin’ ’cause they don’t do no missin’


    Künstler:
    Lil PoppaStunna 4 Vegas


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