Lil Poppa - To The Point lyrics

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[Lil Poppa - To The Point lyrics]

To The Point Lyrics jay Foreiign
We love you, Kimmy wildchild shit, nigga
I'm sayin’ though
Why the fuck nigga actin' like
This fame shit done got to a
Nigga or somethin'
Like a nigga asked for this shit
Like a nigga won’t give all this shit up
And head back to Desi block
You know, twelve double-o shit
Never on no hoe shit, always on some go shit
Come on tell me some more shit
Tell me some shit, I don't know

Why I don't respond to none of that shit?
'Cause I ain't no social thug
And no that shit don't come with a diss
Boy, that shit come with slugs
I let the media do they job
They supposed to judge
Been losin' love from motherfuckers


I'm supposed to love
And I don’t know no other way
So I’ma cope with drugs one gotta stay
'cause ain’t no room for the both of us
One tried to play but ain't make it
He got his head bust
Pressure come behind me
What you think that nigga dead fo'
And I been seeing dead folks
But I ain't scared
That ain’t what the fuck these meds fo'
Eyes red Corbin who these tears shed for
Them memories I play it
Too busy telling a story
I ain't got time to diss the dead
But fuck them niggas they dead
How many times I gotta say it?
Don't speak on Desi, let
Him rest, bitch nigga, better wear a vest
Play pussy and make 'em wear a dress
Too real for interviews and press
Keep it cool, I ain't stressing
'Cause we turn L's into lessons
And all them L's turned to blessings
I'm that nigga in that gold Mercury
With that chrome Smith and Wesson
Thought ya had me but ya wrong
Bitch, that's what you get for guessing
Real playa
Got her leaking through the phone
And we just texting
How you turn a bitch on through a message

She say keep talking that shit I like it
And don't compare me to these niggas
They ain't nothing like me
I done seen it all
Ain't too much of this shit can excite me
I made it out, it made you sick nigga
I hear ya diss, get off my dick
(Die on the 6) she said
"You finna put all that weed in that blunt?"
Bitch, you know I roll doinks
Get to the point had to tell that hoe it
Ain't no seeds, bitch, this Runtz
Had to cut 'em off
They only call me for they
Needs and they wants

If you really love me why
You don't show it then
That be that fake shit
Say youngin better slow down before ya crash
Get ya brakes fixed
And a nigga ain't around if he ain't
Down to let that K spit
So just tell me what's the word
I get ya served on some lil' saint shit
Windows tented in these foreign cars
I watch rain hit
Collect calls from my dawgs
Won't change at all, i'm the same jit
And they still on that gang shit
Detectives think we bang but we don't bang
That's why we be the ones to
Blame when some brains split
Just cover the ones got caught and pray
For the ones that we ain't get
Lately I ain't been thinking
My mind been on some blank shit
Tryna break the bank shit
Bitch, I'm wildchild, you know it's
Evergreen for life, nigga, i can't switch
And I just left the hood they
All proud of this fame shit
But they don't know the pain
That it came with
Shit worse than being in front of the
House that day when the tank hit
And these niggas around me gone take hit's
While I'ma sit back and make hit's

She say keep talking that shit I like it
And don't compare me to these niggas
They ain't nothing like me
I done seen it all
Ain't too much of this shit can excite me
I made it out, it made you sick nigga
I hear ya diss, get off my dick
(Die on the 6) she said
"You finna put all that weed in that blunt?"
Bitch, you know I roll doinks
Get to the point had to tell that hoe it
Ain't no seeds, bitch, this Runtz
Had to cut 'em off
They only call me for they
Needs and they wants

She say keep talking that shit I like it
And don't compare me to these niggas
They ain't nothing like me
I done seen it all
Ain't too much of this shit can excite me
I made it out, it made you sick nigga
I hear ya diss, get off my dick
(Die on the 6) she said
"You finna put all that weed in that blunt?"
Bitch, you know I roll doinks
Get to the point had to tell that hoe it
Ain't no seeds, bitch, this Runtz
Had to cut 'em off
They only call me for they
Needs and they wants

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