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Lil Poppa - Frontline lyrics

Artist: Lil Poppa

album: Evergreen Wildchild 2 (Deluxe)


Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh?
Yung Ting, you goin' crazy
I promise I won't fall for no sucka shit (never)
And if you talkin' murder then we lovin' it
But your street cred don't mean shit
When it's over with (when it's over with)
'Cause them white folks only know you by your government
And it's forever fuck them niggas
We still at war about that other shit
I should've never trust them niggas
But he gon' get it just for the fuckin' with me
'Cause I ain't got it, I ain't your dawg no more
Watchin' you fuckin' with me
I told him here to slide, I don't know where I'm finna lay (finna lay)
If you catch a nigga on that frontline then you buss
One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty
Connie told me "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?"
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it
And it was hard times, bills late
Gotta make somethin' shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And they know I ain't lyin', a nigga play
He go down in broad day
Tryna put a pussy nigga in his place
I'm tryna send a pussy nigga outer space
Heaven gates, Chevy straight
CP3 okay, and Baby Tay grade
He can go down anytime, any place that I say
A lotta shit I won't say
Tell them niggas dig up their grave
My niggas military minded, they won't slide without them K's
Lil' one steppin' for them J's
He catch it I'm sendin' plans
I told him if you catch him, you stretch him, I'm in the Wraith
And this some shit he do off the love, ain't 'bout to pay
Say this the shit he do for the fun, knock off his face
I got different hoes tellin' me they love me out the state
And no we don't go on dates
I can't let 'em catch me, slippin' out with bae
'Cause you know we done caught 'em sleepin' with his babies
If you catch a nigga on that frontline then you buss
One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty
Connie told me "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?"
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it
And it was hard times, bills late
Gotta make somethin' shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And they know I ain't lyin', a nigga play
He go down in broad day
Tryna put a pussy nigga in his place
I'm tryna send a pussy nigga outta space
Heaven gates, Chevy straight
CP3 okay, and baby tell your grade

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