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the wire - lil poppa lyrics

the wire lyrics
[intro]
ayo tavio, that sh*t go hard
ay, woodz

[verse 1: jdot breezy]
they tryna give my n*gga life, sh*t, i just gave the lawyer 10
no pot to p*ss, now i’m the sh*t a n*gga playing with them bands
i do it off the love, feel like my n*gga life inside my hands
can’t let him sit, he call me from the jail say, “bro, i got a plan”
what they going for, get 3 p’s and send ’em to my mans
just power up don’t ever go back down, just thank me in advance
if i fall, you gotta catch my slack, the ball inside your hands
just keep it street, don’t talk to no police ’cause that would get you blammed, uh
n*ggas show they b*tch made, i can’t really vibe with ’em
till the death i’m 6k, my ku n*ggas, i ride with ’em
screaming, “f*ck the other side”, ’cause everybody can die with ’em
pull up with that h*llcat and he gon’ need a hospital
big glock, 4 nick with a d*ck a make a gangster n*gga tick tock
i be wit the sh*ts, i bang the stick and make his sh*t lock
b*tch n*ggas get smashed on the ‘gram tryna be chris rock
hit ’em in his head with that fye and watch his sh*t drop

[verse 2: lil poppa]
been on ‘wock for ’bout a week now (for ’bout a week now), still taste tris (still taste tris)
she been eating c*ck for ’bout a week (for ’bout a week), bet the b*tch still taste d*ck (uh)
them n*ggas ain’t stepping on it good enough, they still taste fent’ (they still taste fent’)
ain’t gotta k!ll him, he might take a perc and die from the b*tch (and die from the b*tch)
it go 5, 4, blitz, no, i ain’t talking ’bout no hits (no, i ain’t talking ’bout no hits)
gotta play it smooth, you know five o listen to my sh*t (five o listen to my sh*t)
bruh say he cool, he gon’ sit, he want me to focus on this (focus on that sh*t)
and i know long as that n*gga breathing, he gon’ be a loafing b*tch (he gon’ be a loafing b*tch)
okay, my head a gold trophy, get this token and you rich (rich)
my n*ggas still got cases open, we just hoping they dismissed (hoping they dismissed)
don’t compare me to them n*ggas, i ain’t that and they ain’t this (i ain’t that and they ain’t this)
real evergreen baby, ask chi chi, connie, and sl!ck (chi chi, connie, and sl!ck)
don’t think i’m slipping but i’m mad ’cause them crackers took my stick (’cause them crackers took my)
this year alone, i spent a bag and they keep taking all my sh*t (they keep taking all my sh*t)
number one on they list, i ain’t bragging, b*tch, i’m p*ssed (i ain’t bragging, b*tch, i’m p*ssed)
they mad a street n*gga, having feel like boosie and savage back in ’06 (’06)
this n*gga i’m with, he don’t miss (no), f*ck the chance, we take the risk
seen pots and pans make a brick, i seen my mans take his l!ck
(i seen my mans take his l!ck)
spent ’bout a band on this kit (a band on this kit), two hundred for the extra clips (two hundred for the extra clips)
the pints cheap, we take a trip (we take a trip) the ice sweet take a sip (the ice sweet take a sip)
i might be on a pill (i might be on a pill), youngin shoot like spike lee behind the film (spike lee behind the film)
say he a ghost, you barely see him, that’s like me on the real (that’s like me on the real)
that’s like leek on a drill, aye, what’s the tab, i pay the bill (i pay the bill)
wonder what god say when hear n*ggas pray before they k!ll (when hear n*ggas pray before)

- lil poppa lyrics

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