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Came from nothin', it should already be in your blood to be a shit popper, shit popper Uh, yeah, yeah When you came from nothin', it should already be in your blood to be a shit popper I don't give a fuck if you gotta get it out the mud, just don't let shit stop you I don't carry no motherfuckin' 9 when I'm in the hood, I stay with a big chopper Got too many problems, a bitch cannot be one, ho, call me big papa, call my daddy Shittin' on niggas, they mad I'm havin' Can't go broke, made bands off rappin' Too many hoes on me, your bitch my freak, stay on her knees, go nasty Don't got my drugs, I'm actin' out, why the fuck do I feel strained? I been tryna figure out what the fuck goin' on, shit ain't the same She said, "Boy, you got some problems on your mind, shit madе you change" I remembеr all them times you lied, just charge it to the game I ain't had nowhere to go, I found a way, I swear, I'm made for this They thought I was done, I came back on they ass and made more hits If you play with my heart, you gon' pay for it, do not make me mad Used to laugh at a nigga, now look where they at, in the back of the back of the back Box on the back of the Glock shoot fast, that part I'm on the race to the cash, NASCAR Only a few niggas on this Earth can stand with me, stop playin' with me They say, "Jay, so you wanna be one of the greatest?" Shit, I plan to be I know a nigga right now that'll get in that car just for a few thousand I take these drugs, get out my body, they say I be wildin' I got too much clothes inside my closet, I don't need no stylist Letras de canciones When you came from nothin', it should already be in your blood to be a shit popper I don't give a fuck if you gotta get it out the mud, just don't let shit stop you I don't carry no motherfuckin' 9 when I'm in the hood, I stay with a big chopper Got too many problems, a bitch cannot be one, ho, call me big papa, call my daddy Shittin' on niggas, they mad I'm havin' Can't go broke, made bands off rappin' Too many hoes on me, your bitch my freak, stay on her knees, go nasty Don't got my drugs, I'm actin' out, why the fuck do I feel strained? I been tryna figure out what the fuck goin' on, shit ain't the same If you play with my heart, you gon' pay for it, do not make me mad Used to laugh at a nigga, now look where they at, in the back of the back of the back Box on the back of the Glock shoot fast, that part I'm on the race to the cash, NASCAR Only a few niggas on this Earth can stand with me, stop playin' with me When you came from nothin', it should already be in your blood to be a shit popper When you came from nothin', it should already be in your blood to be a shit popper When you came from nothin', it should already be in your blood to be a shit popper When you came from nothin', it should already be in your blood to be a shit popper From Letras Mania