Текст песни Poppin Shit - Sugarboy Big T

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It's Franky Lawson on the mix

Don't want no new friends
Baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt
Exotic smoking for real
Gang shit, no lame shit
All my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot
Racks on racks, ain't no stop
Don't want no new friends
Baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt
Exotic smoking for real
Gang shit, no lame shit
All my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot
Racks on racks, ain't no stop

Nigga I pop shit
I'm on some new shit
I swear to God
Everything lit
Nigga, I drop shit
I'm getting paid
Big hustler, we serving crack (laugh)
Pull up to your house
Like muhfuckin' cops
Nigga where the cash at
Pussy where the bag at
The plug I mean it
The money I make it rain
Percocet I drink
The lick I hit it too
Nigga don't fuck wrong
We smoke strong
I'm up now
Choppa put you down (down)
I'm going hard
Trading all these packs
I'm living reckless
Baby call me a hitta (laugh)

Don't want no new friends
Baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt
Exotic smoking for real
Gang shit, no lame shit
All my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot
Racks on racks, ain't no stop
Don't want no new friends
Baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt
Exotic smoking for real
Gang shit, no lame shit
All my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot
Racks on racks, ain't no stop

Nigga I pop shit
I'm on some new shit
I swear to God
Everything lit
Nigga, I drop shit
I'm getting paid
Big T in this bitch

Damn, I'm in the street selling drugs
Watchout for your boys
Everybody's chasing clouds
Pushing shit back like a big gamer
Pull up back to back
And y'all bitches want my dick
Hit them from the back
Oh lord, that's a fact
223, spin the opps block
You better know your place nigga
You better know your place nigga
Little nigga, big glocks
No face, no case
Little nigga, real money
I'm a boss baby
I'm strapped up, move around
That's a dead body
I'm ballin on these niggas
Don't play with these niggas (laugh)

Don't want no new friends
Baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt
Exotic smoking for real
Gang shit, no lame shit
All my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot
Racks on racks, ain't no stop
Don't want no new friends
Baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt
Exotic smoking for real
Gang shit, no lame shit
All my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot
Racks on racks, ain't no stop

(Laugh) High Level Factory