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Lil Poppa – Kardashian Ex Lyrics

2000’s baby got the bitches going crazy
Super thuggin like that n**** Noreaga back in 98
Daddy made me momma raised me streets saved me
I wasn’t afraid to meet satin but the preacher taught me how to pray
I don’t know why these n***** hating tryna play me like I’m crazy
Serve them and count it in they face make sure it’s all straight
Just got a text told em meet me on the west
They say they want that Kardashian Ex that’s what we call Ye

Ain’t gotta stress cause I know my shit the best
They gone cop north east south west that’s what you call great
They like where you at Poppa can I get a test in the kitchen trying to make this shit stretch damn can y’all wait
Ain’t even write it they gone bite it, I just rolled it I ain’t light it, I’m too high I ain’t on no flight but I ain’t trying to land
Everybody sitting quite I pray we don’t get indicted run that shit up then retire I got other plans
(Other plans I don’t ran through another motherfuckin hundred bands)
Glock in my Amiri pants right next to the Ben Franks
I’m so hot might need a fan pass me my cup I need a drink
I ain’t been to church since God know when but I been sipping Easter pink
Fuck the police they don’t understand I know Sofa trying find me
I been trying to find peace

We got whatever you need n**** all ages
Ask me what number I bleed I say Tom Brady
You know when they over East they trying to find Hailey, they looking for Molly, they asking for Bailey
Got different types of Montana you want Tony or want Hannah
Youngin shoot that drac and grip that handle he like Joe behind that camera
When I’m in Jacksonville I gotta move with my hammer
Same shit in the A so why I move to Atlanta
Bitch from Carolina boyfriend play for the panthers
Money Making Sonny but don’t pay for the ransom
Lil bitch gone make me fuck her she keep calling me handsome
Lil ugly n**** with some money so she taking her chances
Say I ain’t on that friendly shit bitch don’t be shaking no hands
And don’t be on that IG shit making no friends
Bitch got me on my Pimp C shit pimping again
Rip to Pimp C yeah I been sipping again

2000’s baby got the bitches going crazy
Super thuggin like that n**** Noreaga back in 98
Daddy made me momma raised me streets saved me
I wasn’t afraid to meet satin but the preacher taught me how to pray
I don’t know why these n***** hating tryna play me like I’m crazy
Serve them and count it in they face make sure it’s all straight
Just got a text told em meet me on the west
They say they want that Kardashian Ex that’s what we call Ye



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