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eryk leone - poptarts lyrics

[verse 1: eryk leone]
i turn around and the only thing i see
is eighty bad b-tches with a.d.h.d
twenty bled from the neck
and forty yearned for a check
the other twenty they detest
before they learned disrespect
thanks for sobriety
imagine what i could be
all i need is a couple years
and couple peers
to enlighten me
i’m rolling off the membrane
still sicker than sickening
you think that i’m in my feelings
you got me bent like a kick-stane
(switch)
you got me bent like a kick-stand
i’m lyrically a big man
you n-ggas washed like a dishpan
make me ball my fist
and attack you where you’re a b-tch
compressing all of your feelings into a folder thats zipped
you better zip it
i’m motion ally an exhibit
intelligent, artistic
you’re either or far distant
and your habitat is just actually habitual
the truth that you spreading is truly, mad fictional
i f-cked rhonda and chanel
put up with hard times but we still living swell
when i strike the mic
n-ggas be like “oh aight”
your flow like cold as ice
and pimping like dolomite
your b-tches choosing
i think its room for improvement
no need for being intrusive
l’étudier you’re a student
shout out to blak, though we never spoke in high school
it’s quite ironic, you never know who’s behind you
my favorite rapper
a friend i consider after
my family, la familia
my n-gga we going platinum
or
maybe diamond, our pockets is getting fatter
the aftermath of this track
is a lyrical disaster

[hook: eryk leone]
b-tch i, pop, pop, pop, tarts, pop, pop, pop tarts
i got a filling
n0body could take away
my vision is in the sky
so try and fly away
and you know that she gone
pop, pop, pop, tarts pop, pop, pop tarts
its just a given
we got a way with the women
i told you had a filling
aw f-ck it i want a billion

[verse 2: blak]
when i went to brusly high
no people called on my phone
my name wasn’t nothing special
the teachers called me jerome
in p.e
i sat in the bleachers all on my own
go to that b-tch now
they singing all of my songs
senior year was a f-cking blur the last six months
cause me and hunt
would always skip lunch then hit blunts
memories of the suburban, limo seats
demo beats, i was serving
bbeen a beast
sh-t you only live once
so get drunk
l!ck c-nts
get a b-tch, hit it once
tell her lies
get it televised
thats how it gets fun
get it done…
we ain’t no bullsh-tters
nah, she ain’t ratchet but she keep a tool with her
bang, bang
my dang-a-lang hang
she give me the dang brain
before we exchanged names
its scary
cause me and eryk
are giving the game change
by giving these sounds life
kinda sound like

[hook: blak]
pop, pop, pop tarts (3x)
i get in trouble
i like my women
in doubles
like
pop, pop, pop tarts (4x)
i stay in trouble
i like my women
in doubles
like

- eryk leone lyrics

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