Frontline Lil Poppa
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[Intro]
Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh?
Yung Ting, you goin' crazy
[Verse 1]
Promise I won't fall for no sucka shit (Never)
And if you talkin' murder then we lovin' it
But your street cred don't mean shit when it's over with (When it's over with)
'Cause them white folks only know you by your government
But it's forever fuck them niggas
We still at war about that other shit
I should've never trust them niggas
But he gon' get it just for the fuckin' with me
'Cause I ain't got it I ain't your dog no more
Watchin' you fuckin' with me
I told him hitta slide, I don't know where I'm felling lucky (I'm felling lucky)
[Chorus]
If you catch a nigga on that frontline then you bust it
One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty
Connie told me, "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?"
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it
And it was hard times, bills late
Gotta make somethin' shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And you know I ain't lyin', a nigga play
He go down in broad day
Tryna put a pussy nigga in his place
Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh?
Yung Ting, you goin' crazy
[Verse 1]
Promise I won't fall for no sucka shit (Never)
And if you talkin' murder then we lovin' it
But your street cred don't mean shit when it's over with (When it's over with)
'Cause them white folks only know you by your government
But it's forever fuck them niggas
We still at war about that other shit
I should've never trust them niggas
But he gon' get it just for the fuckin' with me
'Cause I ain't got it I ain't your dog no more
Watchin' you fuckin' with me
I told him hitta slide, I don't know where I'm felling lucky (I'm felling lucky)
[Chorus]
If you catch a nigga on that frontline then you bust it
One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty
Connie told me, "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?"
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it
And it was hard times, bills late
Gotta make somethin' shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And you know I ain't lyin', a nigga play
He go down in broad day
Tryna put a pussy nigga in his place
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