Comfortable

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Lil Poppa - Rap, Florida Rap

Comfortable

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[Intro] (Simo Fre just killed it) Let's go, let's go Ayy, right now we in Dallas, Texas Got the tour bus, we don't even have the AC on in this bitch You know what I'm sayin'? It's hot as fuck Let's go, love [Verse 1] Feel like life start declinin' when your heart and your mind at war Just made a dime, thirty times, I did it all off tour Dried up tears on my eyes, I cry before I perform Do a meet and greet with thirty shots on me, believe me, I'm armed Probably hard to tell but it's a lot on me If you don't feel tough, you gotta be Won't show enough, they don't know enough, no way I let 'еm plot on me [?] around when I don't feel safe, nigga, I lеave when Baba leave If he come home without me, ain't shit he could say So I ain't strapped when I'm around Three [Chorus] You could probably tell I'm comfortable, these rap niggas be lunchable Pour Wock' up at your function, without it I ain't functioning I'ma die 'bout my respect, if he ain't got it, he ain't nothin' Put a switch on the back of this baby Glock and call it Benjamin Button I get money, talkin' 'bout blue hundreds, that nigga Benji' loves me Bitch, if you love me, if you really fuck me, you'll fuck my brother Why I call it Draco Shawty? 'Cause that bitch go stu-stu-stutter If GG whip it up, they not gon' believe it's not butter [Verse 2] Fuck with him 'cause these niggas can't fuck with us Shawty still suckin' it, tryna get it hard, I said, "She don't fuck with us" Told her forgive her, there's some pills in it from last night, I still feel it See, any nigga that I ain't like in my past life, still killed them Heard he the last thing he seen was flashlights, you said, "Cheese", didn't you? Only thing that matter right now, make sure the bag right, count that cheese, nigga Ain't no slowin' down, we live a fast life, leave these niggas Steady droppin' shit that go inside a glass pipe, don't breath It's three things I don't need, that's a bitch, a bitch and a bitch again Lose it all and get that shit again, she right back on your dick again We can write or you could type but they still can't see me with any pin Facetime [?], on counter calls with niggas in the pen Better put your bid in now, any minute he gon' be independent What the fuck Poppa done did now? Done started somethin' he gotta finish What kinda car he in now? Could've bought this bitch, I'd rather rent it Fishbowl, can you see in now? I ain't even goin' to get it tinted [Chorus] You could probably tell I'm comfortable, these rap niggas be lunchable Pour Wock' up at your function, without it I ain't functioning I'ma die 'bout my respect, if he ain't got it, he ain't nothin' Put a switch on the back of this baby Glock and call it Benjamin Button I get money, talkin' 'bout blue hundreds, that nigga Benji' loves me Bitch, if you love me, if you really fuck me, you'll fuck my brother Why I call it Draco Shawty? 'Cause that bitch go stu-stu-stutter If GG whip it up, they not gon' believe it's not butter

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  • Lil Poppa