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Lil Poppa - Mask On lyrics

Artist: Lil Poppa

album: Blessed, I Guess


They say forgive and forget, it's still some shit I ain't forgot
I'm probably real as it get, I wish the best for all my opps
'Cause I want 'em to rest in peace, off the time, I thought I got hit
Close my eyes and make a wish, blow a kiss at whoever shot
Can't go nowhere without that heater no more
Keep dissing lil' bro, gon' meet him
And I can't fuck with none of these eaters no more
Keep saying that shit, don't mean it
Reality kid, lil' nigga, I don't dream
You wouldn't know the half of the shit I seen
My brother been told lil' nigga it's gon' come a time
And you better stand tall, Yao Ming
I smoke, can't stop, I lean whеn them pills get popped
And thеm tears get dropped
I get high thinking 'bout Meleeke
Brand new Glock on side of me, bitch, part of me, my lil' gangster
When she call, she trying to spoil me or swallow me
Not right now, bitch, don't bother me
1-2-2-8, that's the heart of me
Shit got hard for me, you got scars with me
Went to war for me, got love me, nigga, I love ya
Ain't got no friends, nigga, you my brother
Better watch how he move when her shoot that cutter
Man on the moon, I done fucked the whole room
Had ya bitch, tell me I'm smooth like butter
Young nigga move that dope
If anybody move that door then you already know
Better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your
Better put your mask on, nigga
Better put your, better get your
Better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your
Better put your mask on, nigga
Better put your
God damn, what you heard through the grapevine?
They say (Too Times) got facetime
Dead high, I done smoked his ass eight times
He want a name, give him one when he say mines
In the club play the opps, better play mines
Hell nah, we ain't trying to hear no Beat Box
Lil' one say he sit up in the trap all night
He ain't trying to go home, shit, them free pops
Give a nigga ass something to beef 'bout
Give the whole world something to speak 'bout
Couple hundred blues bring the freak out her
Say she smoking mookie, nothing street 'bout her
She belong to them, so the streets got her
Fuck a home room, I ain't need college
Heard the head good, I'm trying to see 'bout it
MAC with the silencer, I need silence
John Wick, bitch, I need bodies
I don't want him 'round if he seem solid
If he ain't solid, need to see 'bout it
Shit, if it ain't Friday, it need to be Friday
'Cause I got some people, I need to meet Friday
'Bout a M probably or a B, probably you, we probably
Them niggas you need to see just give me the fee
Shit got hard for me, you got scars with me
Went to war for me, got love me, nigga, I love ya
Ain't got no friends, nigga, you my brother
Better watch how he move when her shoot that cutter
Man on the moon, I done fucked the whole room
Had ya bitch, tell me I'm smooth like butter
Young nigga move that dope
If anybody move that door then you already know
Better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your
Better put your mask on, nigga
Better put your, better get your
Better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your
Better put your mask on, nigga
Better put your

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