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Lil Poppa – Kardashian Ex Lyrics

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Lyrics Kardashian Ex – Lil Poppa

Buddah bless this beat

2000’s baby got the bitches going crazy
Super thuggin’ like that nigga Noreaga back in ’98 (’98)
Daddy made me, momma raised me, streets saved me
I wasn’t afraid to meet Satan but the preacher taught me how to pray (Taught me how to pray)
I don’t know why them niggas hating, tryna play me like I’m crazy
Serve ’em and count it in they face, make sure it’s all straight (All straight)
Oh, I just got a text, told ’em meet me on the West
They say they want that Kardashian Ex, that’s what we call yay (Call yay)

Ain’t gotta stress ’cause I know my shit the best
They gon’ cop North, East, South, West, that’s what you call great (Call great)
They like, “Where you at Poppa? Can I get a taste?
In the kitchen tryna make this shit stretch, damn, can y’all wait? (Can y’all wait?)
Ain’t even write it, they gon’ 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 tryna land (Tryna land)
Everybody sitting quiet, I pray we don’t get indicted, run that shit up then retire, I got other plans (Got other plans)
(Other plans, I don’t ran through another motherfuckin’ hundred bands)
Ayy, where your Glock at nigga?
Glock in my Amiri pants (In my Amiri jeans)
Right next to the Ben Franks (Next to the Ben Franks)
I’m so hot might need a fan (Yeah, I might need to cool down)
Pass me my cup, I need a drink (Yeah, I might need a drink)
I ain’t been to church since God know when (Ain’t been to church since God know when)
But I been sipping Easter pink (Yeah, I been sipping Easter pink)
Fuck the police, they don’t understand (Fuck the police, they don’t understand)
I know Sofa tryna find me (I know Sofa tryna find me), I been tryna find peace (I been tryna find peace)

2000’s baby got the bitches going crazy
Super thuggin’ like that nigga Noreaga back in ’98 (’98)
Daddy made me, momma raised me, streets saved me
I wasn’t afraid to meet Satan but the preacher taught me how to pray (Taught me how to pray)
I don’t know why them niggas hating, tryna play me like I’m crazy
Serve ’em and count it in they face, make sure it’s all straight (All straight)
Oh, I just got a text, told ’em meet me on the West
They say they want that Kardashian Ex, that’s what we call yay (Call yay)

We got whatever you need, nigga, all ages (All ages)
Ask me what number I bleed, I say Tom Brady (Tom Brady)
You know when they over East, they tryna find Hailey (Hailey)
They looking for Molly (Molly), they asking for Bailey (Bailey)
I got different types of Montana, you want Tony or want Hannah? (Tony or want Hannah?)
Youngin’ shoot that Drac’ and grip that handle, he like Joe behind that camera (Joe behind that camera)
When I’m in Jacksonville, I gotta move with my hammer (I gotta move with my hammer)
Same shit in the A so why I move to Atlanta ([?], what the fuck I’m doing in Atlanta, lil’ bitch)
Bitch from Carolina, boyfriend play for the Panthers (Boyfriend play for the Panthers)
Money Making Sonny but don’t pay for the ransom (Pay for the ransom)
Lil bitch gon’ make me fuck her, she keep calling me handsome (She keep calling me handsome)
Lil’ ugly nigga with some money so she taking her chances (Taking her chances)
Say I ain’t on that friendly shit, bitch, don’t be shaking no hands (Don’t be shaking no hands)
And don’t be on that IG shit, making no friends (Making no friends)
Bitch got me on my Pimp C shit, pimping again (Bitch got me pimping again)
R.I.P. to Pimp C, yeah, I been sipping again (Yeah, I been sipping again)

2000’s baby got the bitches going crazy
Super thuggin’ like that nigga Noreaga back in ’98 (’98)
Daddy made me, momma raised me, streets saved me
I wasn’t afraid to meet Satan but the preacher taught me how to pray (Taught me how to pray)
I don’t know why them niggas hating, tryna play me like I’m crazy
Serve ’em and count it in they face, make sure it’s all straight (All straight)
Oh, I just got a text, told ’em meet me on the West
They say they want that Kardashian Ex, that’s what we call yay (Call yay)

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