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lil poppa - buttons lyrics

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[intro]
wildchild
you know i ain’t really gotta do no flexing, i don’t really need to
sh+t, i’m still tryna figure out what i gotta prove to ’em
’cause it definitely ain’t none of them n+ggas and these hoes gon’ choose
sh+t, your ho, my ho, whoever, b+tch n+gga

[verse 1]
is you living or you balling?
i don’t even know what to call it
i just wanted it, i bought that sh+t
go ask shawty, she’ll tell you ’bout it
i send her back, keep your deposit
’cause i ain’t even thinking ’bout that b+tch
oh, so now i’m lit?
oh, so now i got ’em on my d+ck and i ain’t even got a hit?
is it the cubans? make ’em gliss, the percs and lean make me sick
can’t even lie, i need to dеtox, i can see it when i p+ss
can’t even liе, i need a vacay, this b+tch wanna trip
say jesus rose on the third day, on the fourth i took a sip
they hit the spot on thursday, that sh+t f+cked up the year
say if it land on a friday, we gon’ make it disappear like

[chorus]
shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like
keep on asking how we live, i told the b+tch this real life
diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that sh+t real ice
sauce her up
f+ck it, take her, boss her up, it ain’t nothing
i might not floss enough, but it ain’t really cost me much, trust me, n+gga
don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t f+cking
how you want war with them young n+ggas and all they guns got b+ttons?
[verse 2]
okay, you know the sprite muddy
you know the ice flooded
now you know the price high, that sh+t gon’ run you ’bout thirty
no, i can’t pull up right now, crackers hot, it’s still early
quelo twenty+four hour chef, no matter what, he still serving
f+ck it, n+gga, we still swerving
it’s been years, i’m still hurting
don’t think the pills working, we still lurking, tryna get him real worse
this b+tch a head doctor, but i think that i need a real nurse
we talking expensive pain, i’m wasting lean on my designer shirt
my brain say go to church, but i’m insane, i pop a perc
on all these drugs with q3, but if they swing, know we alert
sh+t in my veins and that’s since birth
go against the grain and that’s a curse
hot like propane and i’ma blow up, n+gga, if you don’t put out the flame
n+ggas better cool me down

[chorus]
shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like
keep on asking how we live, i told the b+tch this real life
diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that sh+t real ice
sauce her up
f+ck it, take her, boss her up, it ain’t nothing
i might not floss enough, but it ain’t really cost me much, trust me, n+gga
don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t f+cking
how you want war with them young n+ggas and all they guns got b+ttons?



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