Feenin’ Lyrics – Lil Poppa
Ayo, Pluto, you goin’ brazy
Ayy, pour some more ’cause I can’t taste it
Get it up off the floor, that *** keep wasting
*** fall in love with that ho, that *** be crazy
They say my block got that *** like 1980
This that ***, my name Slim Shady
This that California, girl, I ain’t talking Saweetie, I’m talking Katy
This that cash money, ***, I ain’t talking Juvie, I’m talking Baby
Pull up on *** ***, *** know I flip like Dooda if you play with me
I don’t duck ***, *** look like hooters on this K with me
Pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect ***
She feening, she need it
I don’t why this *** ain’t working yet
Niggas hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, I ain’t never heard of that
I’ll pull up flashing, I’m having
Tell them boys get up with me
Take the backend and stash it
‘Cause them niggas get hit up for free
Ayy, what’s your passion? You rapping?
And I’ll shoot this *** up like threes
Big four O, got it holding my jeans
***, I’ll wet this *** up like Lee
***, I see nothing but red like Squeeze
*** rapping, I’ll go back out East
1228, trying to buy, not lease
And put them college funds up for my niece
Commissary, that’s for Caprice
My brother raised a *** beast
Know he told me some *** that stuck with me
He say—, if a *** *** with me
Pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect ***
She feening, she need it
I don’t why this *** ain’t working yet
Niggas hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, I ain’t never heard of that
Pull up fresher than the pastor, like what chapter?
I got what you looking for, just meet me in the chapel
I’m the words of Ms. Barbara, you sporty ***
What you got to say ’bout—, I’ma just roll a fat one
Ayy, I heard what a name just died round there on, shh
I’ma roll it after
If she ain’t the baddest, okay, who badder?
I post her but don’t at her
Don’t care who had her, that *** don’t matter
And that ass been getting fatter
*** smell like Texico, I only want the best to smoke
Ayy, they know who run 904, I’m like El Chapo in Mexico
Block the ho, don’t text the ho
Don’t pop no more, I’m stressing though
Don’t drink no more, I tried it
But this *** here come from Texas though
Without it I can’t rest no more
Counting up my blessings at the Westin with my *** on me
Ayy, this just for protection though
Pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect ***
She feening, she need it
I don’t why this *** ain’t working yet
Niggas hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, I ain’t never heard of that
I’ll pull up flashing, I’m having
Tell them boys get up with me
Take the backend and stash it
‘Cause them niggas get hit up for free
Ayy, what’s your passion? You rapping?
And I’ll shoot this *** up like threes
Big four O, got it holding my jeans
***, I’ll wet this *** up like Lee
