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Lil Poppa - Rules (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Roberts
Joseph Roberts
Songwriter
Ahmet Ulukaya
Ahmet Ulukaya
Songwriter
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swaggboy
Swaggboy
Producer
Turk Money
Turk Money
Co-Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Recording Engineer
Ahmet Beatz
Ahmet Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Having thoughts in my head Had to find myself 'cause I was lost and misled You ain't do shit when he said it nigga Don't tell me what he said My lil' brother paranoid, sleep with his Glock by the bed And he say if a nigga run up in this bitch then he a dead man You on your period? Okay cool, give me head then Intoxicated, pulling up higher than Redman I'm smokin' candy girl, in Cali' this ain't Mad Men Knock off his dreads if you catch him on that dead end Keep your click solid boy, don't ever let them feds in That boy a snake, I seen him shed skin Gotta be on point for that revenge Them niggas on the same type of time The only difference is, they just don't get they looks Okay look, rule one number one, never be a fool Unless you a fool with yo' gun That's why I keep him with me, nigga who? My lil' son And I'ma let them niggas think it's cool But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run She say she tired but I ain't come Ain't twenty-five but I ain't young And I'm gon' throw one back to ease this shit 'Cause I know drugs work I thought she was innocent Come to find out, that lil' bitch love Percs Bitch wanna fuck me, I ain't her type of nigga But I can say that I might hit her Wanna type, I ain't gonna type with you Sleep tight nigga, won't talk to pillows On Phelps streets late night, nigga No ride, so I had to walk with killers Don't be around who you sound crazy, these my fuckin' niggas I don't know what's up with niggas opposition, fuck 'em And at them shows it's a couple pistols Told them hitters, tuck 'em Get head from them hoes you cuffin', that same one you trustin' That same bitch you lovin' and sleepin' under them covers with Say youngin I can't have you round If you gon' come round on some trouble shit I told that hoe, "Don't come around if you gon' talk about that other shit" Came with your dawgs but you ain't leaving with them One missin' from the huddle And I done upped the dose on these meds Got me trippin', seein' double Okay look, rule one number one, never be a fool Unless you're a fool with yo' gun That's why I keep him with me, nigga who? My lil' son And I'ma let them niggas think it's cool But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run She say she tired but I ain't come Ain't twenty-five but I ain't young And I'm gon' throw one back to ease this shit 'Cause I know drugs work Thought she was innocent Come to find out, that lil' bitch love Percs
Writer(s): Janarious Wheeler, Ahmet Ulukaya, Joseph Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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