album cover
album cover
Poppa was released on September 11, 2026 by Manteca Music as a part of the album Pedigree
September 11, 2026
LabelManteca Music
LanguageEnglish
BPM64
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Don't say nothin' to me if you ain't got no money
Whoa I get pussy with my father's features
Out here singin' melodies
I might have a wife for you
Twenty-seven by the time I'm 70
Rappers talkin' peppery
Foot on they neck can't let it breathe
Big cigar lit pissin' on them like I spent the week eatin' celery
Composin' shit incredibly
Rose petals for my latest box
Plates in the sink
Shit you know I ate whether you hate or not
Some wish and they can take the spot
But they ignorant to the tariff's paid
Wanna study everything I jot
Regurgitate and paraphrase
I'm sturdy as my pops was when Bob got the sheriff's spray
Columbian passing for a cracker
Your bitch turned to a parrot
Shit my shirt covered in carrot cake every stone dancin'
She open because I don't sugarcoat shit I'm so candid
If she leave then it's hard to grieve
I'm thinking pimpin' over panic
Imagine me at a picnic
I'm a basket case damn it
I'm rarely ever booed up out here holding hands like a romantic
Nah I'm too much you see these these girls gone wild
Where's Joe Francis?
Whoa
Sing it
Poppa was a playa playa was a poppa
Poppa loved the ladies never got enough of
The pretty brown round runnin' round town
Don't tell your mother what's goin' down
Poppa was a playa player was a poppa
Poppa love the ladies never got enough of
The pretty brown round running round town
Don't tell your mother what's going down
Mack a bitch with the proper grammar
Hit her with the propaganda
And pop up in Atlanta
Splitting molly ranchers with exotic dancers
Either there you gotta fly into a jungle
Tryna find a man to
See hoes asking them for some pottassium
Bitch I'm bananas
Like father like son
At least he walked down in aisle once
You see me drippy waving at hoes in Trader Joe's
Clean up in aisle one
That's where I got the style from
Mama taught me other things
Like dubbing' a bitch after the first strike instead of sufferin'
Prolongin' drama ain't my specialty
I let it go then let it be
Not too prone to jealousy
But possibly infidelity
I'm workin' on it truth be told
Cause who know what the future holds?
Till then I'm bumpin' Future
Gettin' chewed up or the super soak
I hope that I improve and grow
Maybe buy a ring and take a knee
But my standards so high it would take a goddess just to reach
So I'm just like my father I have a smoke I have a drink
Surrounded by these fast women
Life moves fast I'm trying not to blink
Nah
 
Poppa was a playa playa was a poppa
Poppa loved the ladies never got enough of
The pretty brown round runnin' round town
Don't tell your mother what's goin' down
Poppa was a playa player was a poppa
Poppa love the ladies never got enough of
The pretty brown round running round town
Don't tell your mother what's going down
Death could come in a little bag like this like this
Written by: Michael Anthony Giangregorio, Sebastian David Vasco
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