Paroles de la chanson On My Own par Lil Poppa
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Paroles de la chanson On My Own par Lil Poppa
Granny say a hard head make a soft ass
Cause I was down to do whatever if it’s bout cash
Hopped in some beef and now we screaming fuck the other side
Could’ve died from a homicide but I’m still alive
I’m still the golden child in Gods eyes
Even if I grab that cutta and go spend bout my brothers
But that come with cases and that come with retaliation
Patiently waiting to leave a nigga on the pavement
My pockets heavy so we can do it bruh I’m ready
Cause I was down to do whatever if it’s bout cash
Hopped in some beef and now we screaming fuck the other side
Could’ve died from a homicide but I’m still alive
I’m still the golden child in Gods eyes
Even if I grab that cutta and go spend bout my brothers
But that come with cases and that come with retaliation
Patiently waiting to leave a nigga on the pavement
My pockets heavy so we can do it bruh I’m ready
Realized I could be touched when a nigga fucked with Desi
Now it’s game time Prosper and Tay died at the same time
I’m insane now what you niggas know bout pain now
I been running through these streets
All alone I’m on my own
Everybody call on me but I have no one to call on
When everybody doubted me no I ain’t say nothin I just proved them wrong
Had to leave my bitch she was doing me wrong
Had to cut my nigga off cause I don’t know what he on
Oh you bucked up and fucked up and you ain’t got no mind
Now it’s game time Prosper and Tay died at the same time
I’m insane now what you niggas know bout pain now
I been running through these streets
All alone I’m on my own
Everybody call on me but I have no one to call on
When everybody doubted me no I ain’t say nothin I just proved them wrong
Had to leave my bitch she was doing me wrong
Had to cut my nigga off cause I don’t know what he on
Oh you bucked up and fucked up and you ain’t got no mind
I’m still holding it down for all my niggas doing time
I fuck with the murderers who be out committing crimes
Got love for the hustlers who gone serve every dime
Got some niggas bust that nine eight times hit seven
Six niggas five pistols four shooters three felons
I know two niggas telling only one kept it solid
And the crazy thing is he ain’t the one that caught the body
I guess that’s why I don’t trust nobody
I don’t wanna get high don’t wanna roll with nobody
Would yo nigga fold shit I don’t know prolly
I ain’t go to college made it out the projects
I fuck with the murderers who be out committing crimes
Got love for the hustlers who gone serve every dime
Got some niggas bust that nine eight times hit seven
Six niggas five pistols four shooters three felons
I know two niggas telling only one kept it solid
And the crazy thing is he ain’t the one that caught the body
I guess that’s why I don’t trust nobody
I don’t wanna get high don’t wanna roll with nobody
Would yo nigga fold shit I don’t know prolly
I ain’t go to college made it out the projects
I been running through these streets
All alone I’m on my own
Everybody call on me but I have no one to call on
When everybody doubted me no I ain’t say nothin I just proved them wrong
Had to leave my bitch she was doing me wrong
Had to cut my nigga off cause I don’t know what he on
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