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Roger That Lyrics - Artist : Lil Poppa
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Sun down to sun up when I'm around they don't never put the guns down My brother told me I cost too much to risk And on top of that I be talking too much shit But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that Mr. Get The Head don't call her back I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there You can pull up anytime of day bet my lil soulja there Bitch it's over I thought I told you that aye you too messy why you posting that I can really tell them boys to spend that bitch but we too close for that Like we don't know where they loafing at No we ain't playing call a coach for that Another win make a toast to that Just got a call say I'm in rolling stone Thinking I'm hotter than your favorite rapper Ain't got a chain or a rollie on now Now I got to go get another phone new number you can't call this one Everybody would have the knowledge if we all listened Tryna walk but they ain't craw with me I can't trip shit my dawg switching This whole different type of living but a lot of shit ain't y'all business I just filled a opp hoe up with back shots all Ricky's Shit I tried to let the bro hit her but I know my dawg picky But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that Mr. Get The Head don't call her back I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there You got the drop she there so focus there Don't let nobody know you there Don't take no pics don't post you there Big Wildchild you know it's rare Anytime she text me dollar signs I know it's hair So what I do? I keep it playa like keep it cute go get your nails, done My Uncle Don a Muslim I'm covered by every prayer Mama a Christian when I get to tripping she put holy water behind my ear But I'm thuggin thy shall not fear, forgive em thy shall not kill That's what my OG told me and every nigga played with him got his 2014 it got real, still traumatized that's why I got pills Heard my lil brother died I just caught chills Fresh bomb jit say he finna off his, I tried to tell em them niggas playing lost still But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that Mr. Get The Head don't call her back I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there |
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