Lil Poppa – Right Here Lyrics

Lil Poppa – Right Here ( Lyrics ) Letra LilPoppaVEVO Lil Poppa – Right Here ( Lyrics )
Intro
Ayy, ayy, I ain’t even gon’ lie (Wild Child)
Think the reason I fuck with John Wick so much ‘cause— (Vxsma, yeah)
Haha, ‘cause he was really chillin’, you know he was really minding his business (Just like me)
‘Til-‘til niggas came fucking with him and killed his dog and stole his car (Yeah, let’s go)
So it’s like at the end of the day, you know? He really had a reason for—
For fucking all them niggas over (Haha, just like me)

Verse 1
Tell me how you wanna change it (Ayy, how wanna change it?)
I got a mind full of evil thoughts, so how the fuck a nigga gon’ tame me? (Gon’ tame me)
You can’t even blame him, why his heart full of anger (His heart full of anger)
Can’t send the addy to no stranger, that shit put us up in danger Life of a gangster
Try to tell my mama, she don’t get it (Yeah, she don’t get it)
And that’s the same shit I try to tell my sister, they don’t hear it (They don’t hear it)
Like, I done seen death so many times to the point that I don’t fear it (That I don’t fear it)
But it’s like now I got a kid and that’s the reason for me to live (The reason for my to live)
Chorus
But as long as the pressure gon’ build, the smoke gon’ clear (The smoke gon’ clear)
I’ll be right here (Nigga, I’ll be right here) just going through every pain that I feel, tryna hold back tears (Hold back tears)
‘Cause my son right here and I got a wife here (I got a wife here)

Verse 2
Gotta let ‘em know to toughen up, we built for this shit (We built for this shit)
Somebody better tell that ho that bitches get killed for that shit (Get killed for that shit)
Like eenie, meenie, miney mo, who dropped the lo’? That’s who I get (That’s who I get)
I don’t take these pills because I’m suicidal, bitches make me sick (Bitches make me sick)
Bitch, get off my dick (Get off my—)
Shit got hard, you praying to God that he fix it (That he fix it)
Even looking at the stars, got you wishing (Got you wishing)
Realizing it was probably better in the trenches (Better in the trenches)
Where there’s a young nigga down to do whatever for your position
Without the weed I be trippin’, add the lean a addition (The lean a addition)
My habits are expensive, my license are suspended (My license are suspended)
I can’t take another ticket, ain’t gotta live this way, I’m trippin’ (Yeah, I’m trippin’)
Stack it, was five K, I spent it, but I ain’t taking care of my business (Taking care of my business)
Been screaming, “Free of all my niggas”, but they got kids I ain’t visit (Got kids I ain’t visit)
Been stressin’, RIP to Desi and ain’t see his a minute (His in a minute)
A couple days ain’t talk to Chevy, I done ran out of minutes (I done ran out of minutes)
But none one of my brothers can’t say that I ain’t send ‘em (Yeah, that’s right)
I got water thicker than my own blood and that shit fucking with me (It’s fucking with me)
P.O. keep fucking with Q3 (Okay) and that’s who druggin’ with me (And that’s who druggin’ with me)
They know don’t touch light at the door (Okay) ‘cause that’s who clubbing with me (Yeah, that’s who clubbing with me)
I’m really alone on the road, I don’t need you thuggin’ with me (I don’t need you thuggin’ with me)
Can’t let this internet shit get me (No), I’m already knowing it’s undefeated (Knowing)
I’m usually good when it come to war, but on IG, I can’t beat it (I can’t beat it)
I can’t type, like, why tweet? (Why?)
And when I do, I delete it (I delete it)
Then find a way to get this message through (How?) so you can read it (So you can read it)
Them niggas Blueface
If they hit a nigga block, they gon’ bleed it, slide (They gon’ bleed it)
If they don’t catch somethin’, they ain’t leaving (They ain’t leaving)
My favorite cousin lost her mother, we doing a different type of grieving (Different type of grieving)
Spinz say if he make it through this storm again then it’s a reason (Then it’s a reason)
Chorus
But as long as the pressure gon’ build, the smoke gon’ clear (The smoke gon’ clear)
I’ll be right here (Nigga, I’ll be right here) just going through every pain that I feel (Yeah), tryna hold back tears (Hold back tears)
‘Cause my son right here (Right here) and I got a wife here (I got a wife here)

Outro
Tell ‘em everything gon’ be alright, alright (Alright, it’s gon’ be alright)
Tell ‘em everything gon’ be alright (Yeah, yeah)
Told ‘em everything gon’ be A-OK (It’s gon’ be A-OK)
Like Malcolm by the window, I got my AK (Nigga, I got my AK)
If there’s smoke up in the city, I get that up out the way (I get that up out the way)
Like, who really fucking with me? I ain’t even gotta pay (I ain’t even gotta pay)
Young nigga, don’t talk to me, yeah, they lyin’ that’s what they say (Nigga, you lyin’)
Think it’s safe crossing me, end up lyin’ in the grave (End up dying)

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Lyrics Lil Poppa – Buttons

Lil Poppa – Buttons (Official Music Video) Lyrics
Is you living or you balling
I don’t even know what to call it
I just wanted it I bought that shit
Go and ask shawty she’ll tell you bout it
I send her back keep your deposit
Cause I ain’t even thinking bout that bitch
Oh show now I’m lit
Oh so now I got them on my dick and I ain’t even got a hit
Is it the Cubans make him gliss the percs and lean me sick
Can’t even lie I need to detox I can see it when I piss
Can’t even lie I need a vacay this bitch wanna trip
Say Jesus rose on a third day on a fourth I took a sip
They hit the spot on Thursday that shit fucked up the year
Say if they land on a Friday we gon’ make it disappear like

Shawty wanna pop a pill she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live I told the bitch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup yeah that shit real ice
Sauce her up fuck it take her boss her up it ain’t nothing
I might not floss enough it ain’t really cost me much trust me nigga
Don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t fucking
How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons

Ok you know the sprite muddy
You know the ice flooded
Now you know the price high that shit gon’ run you bout thirty
No I can’t pull up right now cracker hot it’s still early
Quelo twenty four hour chef no matter what he still swerving
Fuck it nigga we still swerving it’s been years I’m still hurting
Don’t think the pills working we still lurking trying to get him real worse
This bitch a head doctor but I think that I need a real nurse
We talking expensive pain I’m wasting lean on my designer shirt
My brain say go to church but I’m insane I pop a perc
On all these drugs with Q3 but if they swing know we alert
Shit in my veins and that’s since birth
Go against the grain and that’s a curse
Hot like propane and I’ma blow up nigga
If you on put out the flame nigga better cool me down

Shawty wanna pop a pill she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live I told the bitch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup yeah that shit real ice
Sauce her up fuck it take her boss her up it ain’t nothing
I might not floss enough it ain’t really cost me much trust me nigga
Don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t fucking
How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons

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