Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roger That , by - Lil Poppa. Release date: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roger That |
| Sun down to sun up |
| When I’m around, they don’t never put the guns down |
| My brother told me I cost too much to risk |
| And on top of that, I be talking too much shit |
| But fuck it, nigga gon' tell 'em roger that |
| What I do, they follow that |
| Don’t spit that out, gir, l swallow that |
| Mr. Get The Head, don’t call her back |
| I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back |
| I know niggas trap morning to P. M, 24/7, you can call the trap |
| I am not a rapper, baby, I don’t like to call it rap |
| Official book bag boy, everybody 'round me strapped |
| Don’t know what happened to that last boy |
| Ain’t nobody 'round me clap |
| Disrespect this shit, he on your ass, boy, that’s my lil' soulja there |
| You can pull up anytime of day, bet my lil' soulja there |
| Bitch, it’s over, I thought I told you that |
| Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that? |
| I can rally tell them boys to spin that bitch |
| But we too clos for that |
| Like, we don’t know where they loafing at |
| No, we ain’t playing, call a coach for that |
| Another win, make a toast to that |
| Just got a call, say I’m in Rolling Stone |
| Thinking I’m hotter than your favorite rapper |
| Ain’t got a chain or a Rollie on now |
| Now I got to go get another phone |
| New number, you can’t call this one |
| Everybody would have the knowledge if we all listened |
| Tryna walk but they ain’t craw with me |
| I can’t trip, shit, my dawg switching |
| This whole different type of living |
| But a lot of shit ain’t y’all business |
| I just filled a opp ho up with back shots, all Ricky’s |
| Shit, I tried to let the bro hit her but I know my dawg picky |
| But fuck it, nigga gon' tell 'em roger that |
| What I do, they follow that |
| Don’t spit that out, gir, l swallow that |
| Mr. Get The Head, don’t call her back |
| I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back |
| I know niggas trap morning to P. M, 24/7, you can call the trap |
| I am not a rapper, baby, I don’t like to call it rap |
| Official book bag boy, everybody 'round me strapped |
| Don’t know what happened to that last boy |
| Ain’t nobody 'round me clap |
| Disrespect this shit, he on your ass, boy, that’s my lil' soulja there |
| You got the drop, she there, so focus there |
| Don’t let nobody know you there |
| Don’t take no pics, don’t post you there |
| Big Wildchild, you know it’s rare |
| Anytime she text me dollar signs, shit, I know it’s her |
| So what I do? |
| I keep it player |
| Like, keep it cute, go get your nails done |
| My Uncle Don a Muslim, I’m covered by every prayer |
| Mama a Christian, when I get to tripping |
| She put holy water behind my ear |
| But I’m thuggin' thy shall not fear, forgive 'em thy shall not kill |
| That’s what my OG told me |
| And every nigga played with him got hit |
| 2014, it got real, still traumatized, that’s why I got pills |
| Heard my lil' brother died, I just caught chills |
| Fresh bomb, jit say he finna off his |
| I tried to tell 'em them niggas playing lost still |
| But fuck it, nigga gon' tell 'em roger that |
| What I do, they follow that |
| Don’t spit that out, gir, l swallow that |
| Mr. Get The Head, don’t call her back |
| I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back |
| I know niggas trap morning to P. M, 24/7, you can call the trap |
| I am not a rapper, baby, I don’t like to call it rap |
| Official book bag boy, everybody 'round me strapped |
| Don’t know what happened to that last boy |
| Ain’t nobody 'round me clap |
| Disrespect this shit, he on your ass, boy, that’s my lil' soulja there |