- Lil Poppa Bad Side 歌词
- Lil Poppa
- Yo, Dev, this your song?
What that is you on? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Bad ***** (Bad)
'Bout four of 'em ('Bout four of 'em)
Call Chevy, tell him we need some more of 'em
I got some *****es in this ***** with me, they dead high
Bad influence on they life, it got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets stuffed, I count it up, make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head, you ever end up on my bad side
Said she don't want no ball player, she don't want no actor
She unbuckled this Gucci off me, then she f*cked a rapper
And then she f*cked a trapper, told her she caught me on my off day
I still go to the hood, I know I'm protected like Allstate
Smoking **** in the law face, give a f*ck what the law say
Why the hell you in them trenches all day when your new house got a call gate?
And all my neighbors black and got them racks, this sh*t here all great
Don't f*ck with them, they all fake, no love for me, it's all hate
And me and you, we a thing, I'm a fiend for your love, it's a drug
I f*cked up, but so what? sh*t, it was what it was
Sh*t, it is what it is, I can't change how you feel
F*ck all the fame and all the chains, antisocial 'fore the deal
I'm not social, don't need peers, so please don't come near
And your bad ****s, I don't need 'em, so please don't come here
And I miss all my n*ggas, I need you right here
Y'all left me, that was selfish, this sh*t I'm taking ain't helping, but uh
What that is you on? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Bad ***** (Bad)
'Bout four of 'em ('Bout four of 'em)
Call Chevy, tell him we need some more of 'em
I got some *****es in this ***** with me, they dead high
Bad influence on they life, it got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets stuffed, I count it up, make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head, you ever end up on my bad side (Let's go)
What that is? (What that is?)
That's a Perc' (Perc')
I count half a milli', now my thumbs hurt (Now my thumbs hurt)
My *****, she so bad, she got another purse (She so bad)
If the money short, then I can't make it work (I can't make it work)
Smokin' out the pound, *****, I be dead high
Little bit of money on his head, he a dead guy (He dead)
What that is? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Rich Forever known to keep a milli' tucked
I done went and copped the Roll Royce, the truck (The truck)
I was swerving 'cause I keep it in my cup (In my cup)
Oh, I was swerving 'cause she suck me at the red light (Red light)
Went and bought my * a new Chanel, she keep the head right (Rich)
What that is you on? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Bad ***** (Bad)
'Bout four of 'em ('Bout four of 'em)
Call Chevy, tell 'em we need some more of 'em
I got some *****es in this ***** with me, they dead high
Bad influence on they life, it got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets stuffed, I count it up, make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head, you ever end up on my bad side
Never forget about the streets 'cause we was all in 'em (All in 'em)
Fifteen hundred on some sneaks, that's just to ball in 'em (Racks)
Ain't nobody answer for me when I was calling 'em (That's facts)
And I don't go to graveyards even though my dawg in it (That's facts)
Wonder if I told you a secret, would you keep it? (Would you keep it?)
If I tell you to leave me, would you leave me? (Would you leave me?)
Wild child
Yeah
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