Eryk Leone - Poptarts lyrics

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Eryk Leone - Poptarts lyrics

[Verse 1: Eryk Leone] I turn around and the only thing I see Is eighty bad b**hes with A.D.H.D Twenty bled from the neck And forty yearned for a check The other twenty they detest Before they learned disrespect Thanks for sobriety Imagine what I could be All i need is a couple years And couple peers To enlighten me I'm rolling off the membrane Still sicker than sickening You think that I'm in my feelings You got me bent like a kick-stane (Switch) You got me bent like a kick-stand I'm lyrically a big man You n***as washed like a dishpan Make me ball my fist And attack you where you're a b**h Compressing all of your feelings into a folder thats zipped You better zip it I'm motion ally an exhibit Intelligent, artistic You're either or far distant And your habitat is just actually habitual The truth that you spreading is truly, mad fictional I f**ed Rhonda and Chanel Put up with hard times but we still living swell When I strike the mic n***as be like "oh aight" Your flow like cold as ice And pimping like dolomite Your b**hes choosing I think its room for improvement No need for being intrusive L'étudier you're a student Shout out to BlaK, though we never spoke in high school It's quite ironic, you never know who's behind you My favorite rapper A friend I consider after My family, la familia My n***a we going platinum Or Maybe diamond, our pockets is getting fatter The aftermath of this track Is a lyrical disaster [Hook: Eryk Leone] b**h I, Pop, pop, pop, tarts, pop, pop, pop tarts I got a filling Nobody could take away My vision is in the sky So try and fly away And you know that she gone Pop, pop, pop, tarts pop, pop, pop tarts Its just a given We got a way with the women I told you had a filling Aw f** it I want a billion [Verse 2: BlaK] When I went to Brusly High No people called on my phone My name wasn't nothing special The teachers called me Jerome In P.E I sat in the bleachers all on my own Go to that b**h now They singing all of my songs Senior year was a f**ing blur the last six months Cause me and hunt Would always skip lunch then hit blunts Memories of the suburban, limo seats Demo beats, I was serving Bbeen a beast sh** you only live once So get drunk Lick c*nts Get a b**h, hit it once Tell her lies Get it televised Thats how it gets fun Get it done... We ain't no bullsh**ters Nah, she ain't ratchet but she keep a tool with her BANG, BANG My dang-a-lang hang She give me the dang brain Before we exchanged names Its scary Cause me and Eryk Are giving the game change By giving these sounds life Kinda sound like [Hook: BlaK] Pop, pop, pop tarts (3x) I get in trouble I like my women In doubles Like Pop, pop, pop tarts (4x) I stay in trouble I like my women In doubles Like

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