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lil poppa - roger that lyrics

[intro]
drum dummie, dummie, dummie
sun down to sun up
when i’m around they don’t never put the guns down
my brother told me i cost too much to risk
and on top of that, i be talking too much sh+t

[chorus]
but f+ck it, n+gga gon’ head and roger that
what i do they follow that, don’t spit that out girl swallow that
mr. get the head, don’t call her back
i got groupie b+tches in my dm asking for a follow back
i know n+ggas trap morning to p.m, 24/7, you can call the trap
i am not a rapper, baby, i don’t like to call it rap
official book bag, boy, everybody ’round me strapped
don’t know what happened to that last boy
ain’t n0body ’round me clap
disrespect this sh+t, he on your ass, boy, that’s my lil’ soulja there

[verse 1]
you can pull up anytime of day, bet my lil’ soulja there
b+tch, it’s over, i thought i told you that, ayy, you too messy
why you posting that?
i can really tеll them boys to spin that b+tch
but we too close for that
likе, we don’t know where they loafing at
no, we ain’t playing call a coach for that
another win, make a toast to that
just got a call, say i’m in rolling stone
thinking i’m hotter than your favorite rapper
ain’t got a chain or a rollie on now
now i got to go get another phone
new number, you can’t call this one
everybody would have the knowledge if we all listened
tryna walk but they ain’t craw with me
i can’t trip, sh+t, my dawg switching
this whole different type of living
but a lot of sh+t ain’t y’all business
i just filled a opp ho up with back shots, all ricky’s
sh+t, i tried to let the bro hit her but i know my dawg picky
[chorus]
but f+ck it, n+gga gon’ head and roger that
what i do they follow that, don’t spit that out girl swallow that
mr. get the head, don’t call her back
i got groupie b+tches in my dm asking for a follow back
i know n+ggas trap morning to p.m, 24/7, you can call the trap
i am not a rapper, baby, i don’t like to call it rap
official book bag, boy, everybody ’round me strapped
don’t know what happened to that last boy
ain’t n0body ’round me clap
disrespect this sh+t, he on your ass, boy, that’s my lil’ soulja there

[verse 2]
you got the drop, she there, so focus there
don’t let n0body know you there
don’t take no pics, don’t post you there
big wildchild, you know it’s rare
anytime she text me dollar signs, sh+t, i know it’s hair
so what i do? i keep it playa
like. keep it cute. go get your nails done
my uncle don a muslim, i’m covered by every prayer
mama a christian when i get to tripping
she put holy water behind my ear
but i’m thuggin’ thy shall not fear, forgive ’em thy shall not k!ll
that’s what my og told me
and every n+gga played with him got hit
2014 it got real, still traumatized, that’s why i got pills
heard my lil’ brother died, i just caught chills
fresh bomb jit say he finna off [?]
i tried to tell ’em them n+ggas playing lost still
[chorus]
but f+ck it, n+gga gon’ head and roger that
what i do they follow that, don’t spit that out girl swallow that
mr. get the head, don’t call her back
i got groupie b+tches in my dm asking for a follow back
i know n+ggas trap morning to p.m, 24/7, you can call the trap
i am not a rapper, baby, i don’t like to call it rap
official book bag, boy, everybody ’round me strapped
don’t know what happened to that last boy
ain’t n0body ’round me clap
disrespect this sh+t, he on your ass, boy, that’s my lil’ soulja there

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