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letra de to the point - lil poppa

[intro]
jay foreiign
we love you, kimmy
wild child sh-t n-gga
i’m saying tho
why the f-ck n-gga acting like
this fame sh-t done got to a n-gga or sumthin’
like a n-gga asked for this sh-t
like a n-gga won’t give all this sh-t up
and head back to desi block
you know twelve-double-o sh-t
never on no hoe sh-t, always on some go sit
come on tell me some more sh-t
tell me some sh-t i don’t know

[verse 1]
why i don’t respond to none of that sh-t?
’cause i ain’t no social thug
and no that sh-t don’t come with a diss boy that sh-t come with slugs
i let the media do they job, they supposed to judge
been losing love from motherf-ckers i’m supposed to love
and i don’t know no other way so i’ma cope with drugs
one gotta stay ’cause ain’t no room for the both of us
one tried to play but ain’t make it, he got his head bust
pressure come behind me what you think that n-gga dead fo’
and i been seeing dead folks but i ain’t scared
that ain’t what the f-ck these meds fo’
eyes red corbin who these tears shed for
them memories i play it too busy telling a story i ain’t got time to diss the dead
but f-ck them n-ggas they dead how many times i gotta say it
don’t speak on desi let him rest b-tch n-gga better wear a vest
play p-ssy and make ’em wear a dress
too real for interviews and press
keep it cool i ain’t stressing
’cause we turn l’s into lessons
and all them l’s turned to blessings
i’m that n-gga in that gold mercury with that chrome smith and wesson
thought ya had me but ya wrong, b-tch that’s what you get for guessing
real playa, got her leaking through the phone and we just texting
how you turn a b-tch on through a message
[chorus]
she say keep talking that sh-t i like it
and don’t compare me to these n-ggas they ain’t nothing like me
i done seen it all, ain’t too much of this sh-t can excite me
i made it out it made you sick n-gga
i hear ya diss, get off my d-ck (die on the 6)
she said you finna put all that weed in that blunt
b-tch you know i roll thonks get to the point
had to tell that hoe it ain’t no seeds b-tch this runtz
had to cut em off they only call me for they needs and they wants

[verse 2]
if you really love me why you don’t show it then, that be that fake sh-t
say youngin better slow down before ya crash, get ya brakes fixed
and a n-gga ain’t around if he ain’t down to let that k spit
so just tell me what’s the word i get ya served on some lil’ saint sh-t
windows tented in these foreign cars i watch rain hit
collect calls from my dawgs, won’t change at all i’m the same jit
and they still on that gang sh-t, detectives think we bang but we don’t bang
that’s why we be the ones to blame when some brains split
just cover the ones got caught and pray for the ones that we ain’t get
lately i ain’t been thinking my mind been on some blank sh-t
tryna break the bank sh-t
b-tch i’m wildchild you know it’s evergreen for life n-gga i can’t switch
and i just left the hood they all proud of this fame sh-t
but they don’t know the pain that it came with
sh-t worse than being in front of the house that day when the tank hit
and these n-ggas around me gone take hits while i’ma sit back and make hits
[chorus]
she say keep talking that sh-t i like it
and don’t compare me to these n-ggas they ain’t nothing like me
i done seen it all, ain’t too much of this sh-t can excite me
i made it out it made you sick n-gga
i hear ya diss, get off my d-ck (die on the 6)
she said you finna put all that weed in that blunt
b-tch you know i roll thonks get to the point
had to tell that hoe it ain’t no seeds b-tch this runtz
had to cut em off they only call me for they needs and they wants

[outro]
she say keep talking that sh-t i like it
and don’t compare me to these n-ggas they ain’t nothing like me
i done seen it all, ain’t too much of this sh-t can excite me
i made it out it made you sick n-gga
i hear ya diss, get off my d-ck (die on the 6)
she said you finna put all that weed in that blunt
b-tch you know i roll thonks get to the point
had to tell that hoe it ain’t no seeds b-tch this runtz
had to cut em off they only call me for they needs and they wants

- lil poppa

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