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reintroduction - lil poppa lyrics

[intro]
(tayo)

[verse]
pac died at twenty*five, big died at twenty*four
and it made me nervous
i just turned the same age a couple of days ago
i’d be lyin’ if i say i never saved a ho
a ho problems ain’t no problems so, n*gga, let it go
my past kinda ugly, what tomorrow bring you never know
i done been through h*ll and back
even left before the devils know
[?] before i sell my soul i will never do another show
never write another verse so thе next n*gga stole my flow
i ain’t backin’ down from none
lеt’s go toe to toe, blow for blow
ask them n*ggas, i bet they know, just me and chevy in that store
we been up for nine days straight, got four more to go
i been hustlin’ five ways if rap don’t work no more
grindin’, i ain’t shower, shoulda shaved, [?] ass n*gga
i’m just stuck inside my ways, i ain’t a sad n*gga
better lock your heart in a cage like i did mine
if i ever said no for a pic, it was a bad time
mention lil’ bro name in a diss, that’s when they start dyin’
f*cked up, [?]
push the pill, you can feel it instantly
why would keep that white girl? he call her eminem
she always seem to help him when you low on energy
you wanna be a vamp? come on, i got new [?]
need to slow down off these drugs, this sh*t k!llin’ me
guess i forgive but ain’t forget about her leavin’ me
just call me martin luther king ’cause i be sellin’ dreams
pray for my boy, why he out here pushin’ feta cheese?
open up them cell doors like the bells rings
i do this sh*t for my lil’ boy, he deserves everythin’
chain hangin’ to my d*ck now, b*tch, pick up and sing
don’t let her talk on the mic but that’s the kinda girl i like
momma askin’ if i’m alright
she ain’t see no bags with her lil’ spice with me
smiley said, “don’t worry, bro, i’m good, i don’t got a license in it”
scrollin’ through my email, i see a bunch of flights
i send my confirmation to them, i be gone by the night
praisin’ them, i guess we all wrong, never right
hope we don’t gotta deal with it in the after life
if it’s the price you pay then you know right away
if i ain’t on the stage, this rap sh*t means nothin’
high speed on the interstate, doin’ a hundred or somethin’
be sure you got a b*tch in getaway when they come for you
i only wanna f*ck you anyway, that’s what you comin’ here for
that p*ssy bussin’
shoot the b*tch a couple of hundreds or somethin’
some like a m*ffin, i wake up, go get that bread in the morning
sh*t ain’t the only way to make sure i’m okay is give me head
she so h*rny
they make me cringe, these n*ggas so corny
it was 3am, i fell in sleep in the foreign
it was me or them and, n*gga, i wasn’t goin’
just like top, i gotta [?] a opp, [?]
this sh*t don’t stop, n*gga, the weather a storm

- lil poppa lyrics

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