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WHATS POPPIN - Drake Lyrics



WHATS POPPIN - Drake Lyrics
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Too much pain pills can't heal it, white folks won't understand, I don't think you'll feel it
If it was up to you, you'd hang me in my village
I grew up in the trenches, you'll never change my vision
Drinkin' Hennessy, smokin' weed, shootin' dice in the kitchen
In the hood, there's no retirement plans or pensions
Always solo, but on my hips, it's a dual extension
Don't you get it twisted, your T be wet like Lipton
I join the resistance, I think I'm fine with friction
You ahead in life, I think I just closed the distance
A lot of fake friends with them cold intentions
You want me, on a show, a hundred thousand pennies
We run this game like run Forrest, streamed by Jenny
You don't want smoke smoke', I'm the chimney
Y'all be doin' regular shows like Rigby I be takin' all of the shots like Biggby
Don't you go hatin' on me, cause that's a female trait
You think I'm ridin' lonely in the backseats of Drake
I'm chillin' with my homies, smokin' weed on a lake
Before you move too fast, you better pump your brakes
Don't you go hatin' on me, cause that's a female trait
You think I'm ridin' lonely in the backseats of Drake
I'm chillin' with my homies, smokin' weed on a lake
Before you move too fast, you better pump your brakes
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Too much pain pills can't heal it, white folks won't understand, I don't think you'll feel it
If it was up to you, you'd hang me in my village
I grew up in the trenches, you'll never change my vision
Drinkin' Hennessy, smokin' weed, shootin' dice in the kitchen
In the hood, there's no retirement plans or pensions
Always solo, but on my hips, it's a dual extension
Don't you get it twisted, your T be wet like Lipton
I join the resistance, I think I'm fine with friction
You ahead in life, I think I just closed the distance
A lot of fake friends with them cold intentions
You want me, on a show, a hundred thousand pennies
We run this game like run Forrest, streamed by Jenny
You don't want smoke smoke', I'm the chimney
Y'all be doin' regular shows like Rigby I be takin' all of the shots like Biggby
Don't you go hatin' on me, cause that's a female trait
You think I'm ridin' lonely in the backseats of Drake
I'm chillin' with my homies, smokin' weed on a lake
Before you move too fast, you better pump your brakes
Don't you go hatin' on me, cause that's a female trait
You think I'm ridin' lonely in the backseats of Drake
I'm chillin' with my homies, smokin' weed on a lake
Before you move too fast, you better pump your brakes
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Writer: Shoffy Shoff
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 1:31
Written by: Shoffy Shoff
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