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2012 fat belly - lil poppa lyrics

[intro]
say all a n*gga need (all i need) is a perc or a bean (let’s go)
she say i’m a fiend, call it what you wanna call it, b*tch (call it what you wanna call it, b*tch, ayo, steery, cook it up)
don’t be worried ’bout my drugs, i bought ’em, b*tch (i bought ’em)
and i can spend whatever on it, i’m boss (’cause i’m boss)
n*ggas baller blockin’, i’m shot callin’, that’s the difference (yeah)
don’t give no f*cks, n*gga, if they saw it, k!ll the witness (i’ll k!ll the witness)

[chorus]
say, this the 2012 fat belly, no disrespect to richie (let’s go)
like them cut boys in 2015, hop out that b*tch and get you (hop out that b*tch and get you)
hold on, told ’em, “give me fifteen and i’ll be right there” (i’ll be right there)
that lil’ ho thought sh*t was sweet, she from out east, can’t even be out there (at all)
especially she see me out there (oh nah), know she better not see three out there (at all)
my dope come from ms. barber kids (yeah), got these from uncle dee right here (yeah)

[verse]
i was a size eight in the ninth grade, couldn’t get a second pair (no)
but still made a way, n*gga, me and smiley had to share (me and smiley had to share)
it get hard, but it’s fair, sh*t, that what i was thinkin’ (that i was thinkin’)
but ain’t sh*t fair about the struggle, livin’ life in danger (livin’ life in danger)
i don’t care ’bout bein’ famous (nah), be wishin’ i can change it (i can change it)
b*tch know i sing, so she suck d*ck before she say a name (before she say a name)
you to blame, sh*t, you to blame for this sh*t (you to blame, n*gga)
try to point your finger ‘fore you take your l!ck, then n*gga, you a b*tch (then you a b*tch)
every heart i ever broke, i end up payin’ to get it fixed (end up payin’ to get it fixed)
and some ain’t never let it go, i’m still payin’ for the sh*t (i’m still payin’ for the sh*t)
my lil’ one tryna see who want smoke, like nardo, it get wicked (that sh*t get wicked)
i get love in justina, i get love out of pickens (i get love out of pickens)
i can post up in pyc and ain’t n0body gon’ f*ck with me (n0body)
might pull up in 103, see my lil’ ho because she miss me (and let her see me)
might just take her to the east, pull out my d*ck and let her l!ck it (and let her suck it)
i told bro, “stand out the whip with.223 ’cause sh*t get risky” (risky)
say, this the 2012 fat belly, no disrespect to richie (nah, respect)
like them cut boys in 2015, hop out that b*tch and get you (get your stupid ass on)
sippin’ red lean, wanna live a vamp life? we gotta taste your blood (we gotta taste your blood)
shawty ask me why i stay clean, i got it out the mud (b*tch, i got it out the mud)
[outro]
it’s a perc and a bean
call it what you wanna call it, b*tch
say i bought ’em, b*tch, ’cause i’m boss

- lil poppa lyrics

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