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Kardashian Ex - Lil Poppa
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Kardashian Ex Lil Poppa

Kardashian Ex - Lil Poppa
[Intro]
(Buddah bless this beat)

[Chorus]
2000's baby got the bitches going crazy
Super thuggin' like that nigga Noreaga back in '98 ('98)
Daddy made me, momma raised me, streets saved me
I wasn't afraid to meet Satan but the preacher taught me how to pray (Taught me how to pray)
I don't know why them niggas hating, tryna play me like I'm crazy
Serve 'em and count it in they face, make sure it's all straight (All straight)
Oh, I just got a text, told 'em meet me on the West
They say they want that Kardashian Ex, that's what we call yay (Call yay)

[Verse 1]
Ain't gotta stress 'cause I know my shit the best
They gon' cop North, East, South, West, that's what you call great (Call great)
They like, "Where you at Poppa? Can I get a taste?
In the kitchen tryna make this shit stretch, damn, can y'all wait? (Can y'all wait?)
Ain't even write it, they gon' bite it, I just rolled it, I ain't light it
I'm too high, I ain't on no flight but I ain't tryna land (Tryna land)
Everybody sitting quiet, I pray we don't get indicted, run that shit up then retire, I got other plans (Got other plans)
(Other plans, I don't ran through another motherfuckin' hundred bands)
Ayy, where your Glock at nigga?
Glock in my Amiri pants (In my Amiri jeans)
Right next to the Ben Franks (Next to the Ben Franks)
I'm so hot might need a fan (Yeah, I might need to cool down)
Pass me my cup, I need a drink (Yeah, I might need a drink)
I ain't been to church since God know when (Ain't been to church since God know when)
But I been sipping Easter pink (Yeah, I been sipping Easter pink)
Fuck the police, they don't understand (Fuck the police, they don't understand)
I know Sofa tryna find me (I know Sofa tryna find me), I been tryna find peace (I been tryna find peace)
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