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under investigation 3 - lil poppa lyrics

[intro]
(evan, turn me up)
(wild child sh*t, n*gga)
ay, nah for real, i probably done been through every era (yeah)
i done see n*ggas die, k!ll, go to prison
or make a mill’ up out the trap and go missing (yeah)

[verse 1]
chi chi say “don’t touch it, let it dry” (let it dry)
connie say “this ain’t no cookie, this a motherf*ckin’ pie” (pie)
quelo don’t need no wings to make them fly (to make him fly)
my n*gga mecca told me one shot to the head a make him die (a make him die)
she say she ain’t never did this sh*t before but we can try (but we can try)
interrogations, they gon’ bring us in so we can lie (so we can lie)
spent ’bout a dub just on drugs, i get high don’t ask me why (don’t ask me why)
said no amiris, that was a lie, now silly me, that’s all i buy (that’s all i buy)
and i know my main man say he straight but i’m tryna bring him home right now (bring him home right now)
just sippin’ buck and getting high, on the bunk right next to clyde
[chorus]
they like, “sonny where you find that?” (b*tch, don’t worry ’bout it)
tell a b*tch to nevermind that (a b*tch to nevermind that)
it wasn’t even twelve o’clock, i spent a dove and i already made a dime back (ay, i already made a dime back)
go everywhere with my glock, a .27, this b*tch compact (ay, this b*tch compact)
f*ck her and duck her, we don’t keep in contact (we don’t keep in contact)
straight out the gutter, baby, that’s a fun fact (baby, that’s a fun fact)
think i’m recording in a four jar
treat this rap sh*t like it’s dope, make sure they come back (make sure they come back)
and ain’t a n*gga f*cking with me, i put that on my son life (i put that on my son)

[verse 2]
og say, “just come to me, you want it done right” (og say, “you want them digits? come to me)
and when you go on them missions, boy, you bet’ not bring them guns back (bring them guns)
i only got enough for one sprite (one)
just bring me two cups, crushed ice, now baby, what you f*ck like? (now baby, what you f*ck like?)
no, you won’t talk me crazy, i ain’t trying to hear about your love life (i ain’t trying to hear about your love life)
you won’t be mad about it later, probably won’t say it but you was right (but you was right)
why would i be mad about a hater when he still tryna get his buzz back?
she say her n*gga a lame and she hate it, want me to pull up and f*ck her like a thug (and f*ck her like a thug)
no, she don’t want me booted up, said i wasn’t, but i was
woke up this morning, i say, “i’ma spend some money just because” (just because)
ay, run it up in a rush, i got this sh*t up out the mud (i got this sh*t up out the mud)
just got them in, i’m finna flood
give him a ten and i see blood (and i see blood)
[chorus]
they like, “sonny where you find that?” (b*tch, don’t worry ’bout it)
tell a b*tch to nevermind that (a b*tch to nevermind that)
it wasn’t even twelve o’clock, i spent a dove and i already made a dime back (ay, i already made a dime back)
go everywhere with my glock, a .27, this b*tch compact (ay, this b*tch compact)
f*ck her and duck her, we don’t keep in contact (we don’t keep in contact)
straight out the gutter, baby, that’s a fun fact (baby, that’s a fun fact)
think i’m recording in a four jar
treat this rap sh*t like it’s dope, make sure they come back (make sure they come back)
and ain’t a n*gga f*cking with me, i put that on my son life (i put that on my son)

- lil poppa lyrics

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