I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
Raw shit, and that shit is guaranteed (yeah)
Flawed shit, ain't no where around me (no)
Upper call shit, can't nobody manage me (boss)
Clear the fog shit, I ain't with the beef see (no)
Thick bitch, and she go by TT (splat)
On the road so much, my bitch feel like Chi Chi (yeah)
She say she miss me, I think she tipsy (yeah)
She say she wanna rub me where the clip be (uhh)
I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
But you pussy boys always rattin (rat)
Nothing but real niggas over here, we steady stackin (bllt)
Done ran the score up on you niggas, cause you steady lackin (baow)
X's and O's to me nigga, catch me tic tac'n (yeah)
Pull up in 4's, in the whip macking (skrrt)
Walk on eggshells, bitch, Redd get it cracking
Ain't no vacation, but everybody in here packing (yeah)
No deal wit Satan, man on my own I make it happen (Redd)
I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
Polo Redd - Copping Pleas Lyrics
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I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
Raw shit, and that shit is guaranteed (yeah)
Flawed shit, ain't no where around me (no)
Upper call shit, can't nobody manage me (boss)
Clear the fog shit, I ain't with the beef see (no)
Thick bitch, and she go by TT (splat)
On the road so much, my bitch feel like Chi Chi (yeah)
She say she miss me, I think she tipsy (yeah)
She say she wanna rub me where the clip be (uhh)
I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
But you pussy boys always rattin (rat)
Nothing but real niggas over here, we steady stackin (bllt)
Done ran the score up on you niggas, cause you steady lackin (baow)
X's and O's to me nigga, catch me tic tac'n (yeah)
Pull up in 4's, in the whip macking (skrrt)
Walk on eggshells, bitch, Redd get it cracking
Ain't no vacation, but everybody in here packing (yeah)
No deal wit Satan, man on my own I make it happen (Redd)
I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
Raw shit, and that shit is guaranteed (yeah)
Flawed shit, ain't no where around me (no)
Upper call shit, can't nobody manage me (boss)
Clear the fog shit, I ain't with the beef see (no)
Thick bitch, and she go by TT (splat)
On the road so much, my bitch feel like Chi Chi (yeah)
She say she miss me, I think she tipsy (yeah)
She say she wanna rub me where the clip be (uhh)
I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
But you pussy boys always rattin (rat)
Nothing but real niggas over here, we steady stackin (bllt)
Done ran the score up on you niggas, cause you steady lackin (baow)
X's and O's to me nigga, catch me tic tac'n (yeah)
Pull up in 4's, in the whip macking (skrrt)
Walk on eggshells, bitch, Redd get it cracking
Ain't no vacation, but everybody in here packing (yeah)
No deal wit Satan, man on my own I make it happen (Redd)
I think you obsessed with me, or wanna be (what)
I think your bitch look better up under me (bitch)
I'm the boss, I got all my niggas under me (yeah)
Ain't no loss, I got all these niggas touching keys (cash)
I don't plead, thank who, where my manners be (no)
Nigga run up please, sent up like a banner be (baow)
You can't order these, your bitch is a fan of me (yeah)
Mix up pot of P's, not a fan of coppin pleas (Redd)
Writer: Thaeous Coker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid