Feenin Lyrics – Lil Poppa
Singer: Lil Poppa
Title: Feenin
Ayo, pluto, you goin’ brazy
Ayy, pour some more ’cause i can’t taste it
Get it up off the floor, that sh#t keep wasting
n#gg# fall in love with that ho, that sh#t be crazy
They say my block got that sh#t like 1980
This that high, my name slim shady
This that california, girl, i ain’t talking saweetie, i’m talking katy
This that cash money, sh#t, i ain’t talking juvie, i’m talking baby
Pull up on f#ck sh#t, n#gg# know i flip like dooda if you play with me
I don’t duck sh#t, t#tt#es look like hooters on this k with me
Pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feening, she need it
I don’t why this b#tch ain’t working yet
n#gg#s hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, i ain’t never heard of that
I’ll pull up flashing, i’m having
Tell them boys get up with me
Take the backend and stash it
’cause them n#gg#s get hit up for free
Ayy, what’s your passion? you rapping?
And i’ll shoot this b#tch up like threes
Big four o, got it holding my jeans
n#gg#, i’ll wet this b#tch up like lee
n#gg#, i see nothing but red like squeeze
f#ck rapping, i’ll go back out east
1228, trying to buy, not lease
And put them college funds up for my niece
Commissary, that’s for caprice
My brother raised a f#cking beast
Know he told me some sh#t that stuck with me
He say—, if a n#gg# f#ck with me
Pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feening, she need it
I don’t why this b#tch ain’t working yet
n#gg#s hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, i ain’t never heard of that
Pull up fresher than the pastor, like what chapter?
I got what you looking for, just meet me in the chapel
I’m the words of ms. barbara, you sporty b#stard
What you got to say ’bout—, i’ma just roll a fat one
Ayy, i heard what a name just died round there on, shh
I’ma roll it after
If she ain’t the baddest, okay, who badder?
I post her but don’t at her
Don’t care who had her, that sh#t don’t matter
And that #ss been getting fatter
sh#t smell like texico, i only want the best to smoke
Ayy, they know who run 904, i’m like el chapo in mexico
Block the ho, don’t text the ho
Don’t pop no more, i’m stressing though
Don’t drink no more, i tried it
But this sh#t here come from texas though
Without it i can’t rest no more
Counting up my blessings at the westin with my weapon on me
Ayy, this just for protection though
Pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feening, she need it
I don’t why this b#tch ain’t working yet
n#gg#s hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, i ain’t never heard of that
I’ll pull up flashing, i’m having
Tell them boys get up with me
Take the backend and stash it
’cause them n#gg#s get hit up for free
Ayy, what’s your passion? you rapping?
And i’ll shoot this b#tch up like threes
Big four o, got it holding my jeans
n#gg#, i’ll wet this b#tch up like lee
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