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• Artiste: Lil Poppa
• Titre: Rules
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Having thoughts in my head Had to find myself 'cause I was lost and misled You ain't do shit when he said it, nigga, don't tell me what he said My lil' brother paranoid, sleep with his Glock by the bed And he say if a nigga run up in this bitch, then he a dead man You on your period? Okay, cool, give me head then Intoxicated pullin' up higher than Redman I'm smokin' candy, girl, in Cali' this ain't medmen Knock off his dreads if you catch him on that dead end Keep your click solid, boy, don't ever let them feds in That boy a snake, I seen him shed skin Gotta be on point for that revenge Them niggas on the same type of time We on the difference is, they just don't get they mans Okay, rule number one, never be a fool Unless you're a fool with your gun That's why I keep him with me, nigga, who? My lil' son And I'ma let you niggas think it's cool But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run She say she tired but I ain't come, ain't 25 but I ain't young And I'm gone throw one back to ease this shit 'Cause I know drugs work Thought she was innocent Come to find out, the lil' bitch love Perc's Bitch wanna fuck me I ain't her type of nigga But I can say that I might hit her Wanna type, I ain't gone type with you Sleep tight, nigga, we don't talk to pillows On Phelps streets late night, nigga No ride so I had to walk with killers Don't be around who you sound crazy, these my fuckin' niggas I don't know what's up with niggas opposition, fuck them And at them shows it's a couple pistols, told them hitters tuck 'em Get head from them hoes you cuffin', that same one you trustin' That same bitch lovin' and sleepin' under them covers with Say youngin' I can't have you round If you gone come round on some trouble shit I told that hoe, "Don't come around if you gone talk about that other shit" Came with your dawgs, but you ain't leavin' with them One missin' from the huddle And I done upped the dose on these meds Got me trippin' seeing double Okay, rule number one, never be a fool Unless you're a fool with your gun That's why I keep him with me, nigga, who? My lil' son And I'ma let you niggas think it's cool But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run She say she tired but I ain't come, ain't 25 but I ain't young And I'm gone throw one back to ease this shit 'Cause I know drugs work Thought she was innocent Come to find out, the lil' bitch love Perc's