Buttons Lyrics – Lil Poppa
Is you living or you balling
I don’t even know what to call it
I just wanted it I bought that ***
Go and ask shawty she’ll tell you bout it
I send her back keep your deposit
Cause I ain’t even thinking bout that ***
Oh show now I’m lit
Oh so now I got them on my *** and I ain’t even got a hit
Is it the Cubans make him gliss the percs and lean me sick
Can’t even lie I need to detox I can see it when I ***
Can’t even lie I need a vacay this *** wanna trip
Say Jesus rose on a third day on a fourth I took a sip
They hit the spot on Thursday that *** *** up the year
Say if they land on a Friday we gon’ make it disappear like
Shawty wanna pop a pill she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live I told the *** this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup yeah that *** real ice
Sauce her up *** it take her boss her up it ain’t nothing
I might not floss enough it ain’t really cost me much trust me ***
Don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t ***
How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons
Ok you know the sprite muddy
You know the ice flooded
Now you know the price *** that *** gon’ run you bout thirty
No I can’t pull up right now cracker hot it’s still early
Quelo twenty four hour chef no matter what he still swerving
*** it *** we still swerving it’s been years I’m still hurting
Don’t think the pills working we still lurking trying to get him real worse
This *** a head doctor but I think that I need a real nurse
We talking expensive pain I’m wasting lean on my designer shirt
My brain say go to church but I’m insane I pop a perc
On all these drugs with Q3 but if they swing know we alert
*** in my veins and that’s since birth
Go against the grain and that’s a curse
Hot like propane and I’ma blow up ***
If you on put out the flame *** better cool me down
Shawty wanna pop a pill she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live I told the *** this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup yeah that *** real ice
Sauce her up *** it take her boss her up it ain’t nothing
I might not floss enough it ain’t really cost me much trust me ***
Don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t ***
How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons