Young Bleed

Young Bleed - Lil Poppa Got A Brand New Bag lyrics

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Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag
 Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag
 I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese
 Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze
 Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from
 Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk
 Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz
 be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool?
 That's how I come up, that's how it go down
 Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound
 We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin
 from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty
 Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine
 smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine
 in blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury
 They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry
 I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate
 It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main
 I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh)
 Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit

 [Maxinelli]
 Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right
 Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?)
 Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe
 And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese
 Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace
 cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK
 I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti
 ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me
 I'm bout to get it and the only way I know
 is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know
 Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy
 we G and do it legit those raps with locs
 On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel
 You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe
 and razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash
 as my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass
 but I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards
 Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz
 See what you makin with the raise at your job
 is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob
 and I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets
 I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th
 with my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet
 With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police
 Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin
 that make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see
 I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have
 Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what
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Publisher: Priority Records LLC

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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