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chris travis - poplar lyrics

[verse 1]
i ain’t worried bout sh-t cause i already done it
n-ggas get a couple fans and they start actin’ funny
used to nextel chirp; tell my momma i love her
now my iphone filled with some women; no love em
now my sh-t straight boomin’ 2012 in memphis
call it straight flight cause they send it cali to michigan
i done been thru the hood; i done been in the mansion
but this sh-t can never change when i already did it
swervin on the e-way, mane my n-ggas we livin’
yeah we popular, we popular, and already bigger
b-tches wanna talk to us take a memory, no picture
n-ggas wanna hate and all but that make me no different
yeah the paper stackin’ tall and we get it like tissue
out up out my highschool, blew up, no i don’t miss you
better keep my mind right, b-tches f-ck up ya mental
n-ggas want a sound byte, get ya f-ck with some dental

[hook]
i don’t play my cards right, i just beep out my lungs
pull a license to k!ll if you ever run on me
keep my knees right on me, keep my trees tight homie
only baggin up my sh-t, when i’m seein’ right homie
i don’t play my cards right, i just beep out my lungs
pull a license to k!ll if you ever run on me
keep my knees right on me, keep my trees tight homie
only baggin up my sh-t, when i’m seein’ right homie

[verse 2]
n-ggas say it fresh, n-ggas know how i live
2011 upset but i [?]
baby girl want it but she can’t even ride it
all that -ss from the back shawty can’t even hide it
used to smoke in the back, of my momma to hide it
now i smoke in her face and i can’t even hide it
but she know i’ma get it yeah her son is a prophet
motherf-cka rap game, rap n-ggas can’t stop us
can’t stop us.. can’t stop us…

[verse 3]
i’m making music, doin’ shows, this for us ya know
yeah a lot of n-ggas rap, but a lot ain’t got flows
and they ain’t got no heart, don’t know where to start
i was lost at a time, had to dive in my heart
mane my music my art, mane my music my heart
then i dove in her water, and it made me a shark
and i never been friendly i’m just socially awk
b-tches socially poppin’, trying to blow up a kn-b
[?]
[?]
im’ma come back baby just wait for me long
i don’t run back baby get the f-ck out my phone
lightin’ up a plane, and you already know
365 days i’ma pop me some more
lightin’ up a plane, and you already know
365 days i’ma pop me some more

- chris travis lyrics

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