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letra de idk what to say - lil poppa

[intro: spinabenz]
i gotta confess, motherf-ckin’ the world
okay, goin’ back to odell
wildchild
’round and ’round, ’round and ’round
(vukola, go get the bag)

[chorus: lil poppa]
that b-tch super bad (yeah, she super bad), i don’t know what to say (i don’t know what to say)
but i don’t give a f-ck, i need my money, ándale (i need my money, ándale)
heard the feds on the way (they on the way), right now the streets ain’t safe (the streets ain’t safe)
’cause you get three strikes, and, n-gga, we on second base
when you see them demons chase, you better get away
clutch my gun when i pray, so l know i’m okay (i’m okay)
i ain’t slept it four days, i’ve been tryna make a way (tryna make a way)
quarterbackin’, makin’ plays i ain’t got no time to lay with bae (no, i ain’t got no time to lay with bae)

[verse 1: lil poppa]
for them brand new michael j’s, youngin’ come take your life away (youngin’ come take your life away)
you know we are who we are, so who are you to save us? (who are you to save us?)
made it out the gutter, still p-ssin’ off my neighbors (p-ssin’ off my neighbors)
they thought i fell off, so they turned into traders (they turned to traders)
made ’em all haters
i made the b-tch call later (call later) ’cause she only call for a favor or with a drop (for a favor)
like, come and pop this n-gga in his taper (yeah)
i ain’t somebody you can link with, stay on defense like the oakland raiders (like the oakland raiders)
keep it on the low, don’t let ’em know that you owe me a favor (owe me)
[chorus: lil poppa & spinabenz]
that b-tch super bad (yeah, she super bad, woo), i don’t know what to say (i don’t know what to say, truest)
but i don’t give a f-ck, i need my money, ándale (i need my money, ándale)
heard the feds on the way (they on the way), right now the streets ain’t safe (the streets ain’t safe, phew)
’cause we get three strikes, and, n-gga, we on second base (and we in second base)
when you see them demons chase, you better get away (oh, oh)
clutch my gun when i pray (yeah, yeah), so l know i’m okay (i’m okay)
i ain’t slept it four days, i’ve been tryna make a way (tryna make a way)
quarterbackin’, makin’ plays i ain’t got no time to lay with bae (no, i ain’t got no time to lay with bae, hit him, dude spill)

[verse 2: spinabenz]
in the back of the maybach, curtains up
conversin’ ’bout somethin’ personal (’bout, boom, boom)
i put them racks on your head
my shorty don’t ask what it ’bout, he just murdered it for me (boy)
first, you gas ’em, then we hit the boy with a glock (glock)
now we smokin’ the boy and we rollin’ him up
at, first, he was posted up on it, now the block named after him ’cause we rolled up and (bah)
they think it’s a liquor store around here, alcoholic, we gave him so many shots
back home they gon’ channel 4 when we down him, in atlanta it’s fox (go)
i’m in atlanta with fox (go), we got the— in the car (car)
n-ggas go everywhere else in the world, but my daughter, my son, they don’t go to war

[chorus: lil poppa & blac youngsta]
that b-tch super bad (yeah, she super bad, gang), i don’t know what to say (i don’t know what to say, gang, gang)
but i don’t give a f-ck, i need my money, ándale (i need my money, ándale, gang, gang, gang, gang)
heard the feds on the way, right now the streets ain’t safe (streets ain’t safe)
’cause you get three strikes, and, n-gga, we on second base (and we on)
when you see them demons chase, you better get away
clutch my gun when i pray, so l know i’m okay (i’m okay)
i ain’t slept it four days, i’ve been tryna make a way (yeah, yeah, quarter, reach for much, tryna make a way)
quarterbackin’, makin’ plays i ain’t got no time to lay with bae (no, i ain’t got no time to lay with bae, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: blac youngsta]
yeah, yeah, i kick in your door make you hit the floor, i take your safe
i still get on demon time for that sh-t they did back in the day (frrt)
how we demonstrate? i pulled out a weapon, shoot him in the face (bah, bah, bah)
and these b-tches fake, they probably don’t like what i’m finna say (say)
this lil’ bad b-tch in front of me so fine, forgot what i’m gon say (forgot to say, say, say)
oh okay, i just remembered, pay me my racks, ándale (asap)
ain’t no need to fake it, i quickly cut off that conversation
i get too impatient, i’m talkin’ pr-nto when it come to bacon (yeah), yeah

[chorus: lil poppa]
that b-tch super bad (yeah, she super bad), i don’t know what to say (i don’t know what to say)
but i don’t give a f-ck, i need my money, ándale (i need my money, ándale)
heard the feds on the way (they on the way), right now the streets ain’t safe (the streets ain’t safe)
’cause we get three strikes, and, n-gga, we on second base (and we on)
when you see them demons chase, you better get away
clutch my gun when i pray (when i), so l know i’m okay (i’m okay)
i ain’t slept it four days, i’ve been tryna make a way (tryna make a way)
quarterbackin’, makin’ plays i ain’t got no time to lay with bae (no, i ain’t got no time to lay with bae)

- lil poppa

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