Lil Poppa – Nobody likes Me Lyrics
Ayo, Flex you wylin’
Nobody likes me and that’s okay, ’cause I don’t like y’all anyway, no, I don’t like y’all anyway, fuck all of y’all
No I don’t need no one to talk for me
If I said it then I said it
I hear everything they sayin’, I’d be a fool if I let it
Bitch, I ain’t nothin’ like my daddy
My son ain’t got to worry ’bout it
Comin’ for everything I deserve ’bout it
Can’t believe everything you heard about it
Fly like a G6, I pray I’ll never land
This shit feel better than any relationship I ever been in
Must be a blue 20, white 15 or a pink 10
Ain’t it crazy that a green piece of paper got me losin all my friends
When you out of favors, that shit turn niggas to haters
Look to your side for motivation, you ain’t even got to name it
Bunch of grown men with too much patients, what the fuck you niggas waitin’ for?
What the fuck you niggas did? Tell me what the hell you paid for
Bond time and lawyers, tell me when you niggas showed up
‘Cause I was there, now I’m tryna figure out where the hell you was
Nobody care what I got goin’ on or if I’m holdin’ up, but I don’t trip ’cause these my problems nigga, so I’m holdin’ on
Smiley took 30 with his head up, I know that nigga strong
I love Quelo to death, hope that shit ain’t true, but I can’t say he wrong
Niggas got the nerve to wonder why I don’t pick up the phone
‘Cause I’m scared, I don’t really know what niggas on
I let a demon in and she turned a nigga home to a haunted house
‘Cause this got to be hell wakin’ up to this bitch then I’m out
Help her pack her backs, when she get up I’ma put her out
You’re a liar, cheater, don’t forget a eater
Wanna make her think I need her
Let the next nigga keep her
I’m on to the next bitch
I’ma burn the shit you left with
I know you love to get you necklace
Even did it while you were pregnant
I’m on uppers, I ain’t restin’
Bitch, I just got off the phone with my lawyer, he say he ready
I bet if Kofi don’t know nothin’ else, that nigga know daddy
We ain’t even got to go to court for child support, you just want money for your stupid ass
I guess love, I’m a fool for that and I admit it, I get rude
And sometimes I go too far, that shit ain’t cool
But they ain’t finna keep playin’ me and playin’ me and playin’ me, like I’m a bitch
What type of example is that for my jit?
Every loss came, I took my lick
Why the fuck y’all can’t do the same?
Anytime I was on my dick
Who the fuck I call and nigga who came?
They say I changed, nigga you changed
When the fame came this shit got lame
It feel like when Cash Money split up, nigga, and I’m Wayne
