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Duwap Kaine
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(Go away 6houl) Damn, damn Hop on that b*t*h and I get to trippin' I ain't Kodak Black, but I got tunnel vision Her pu**y loose, it got tunnel vision Speak on my brothers, please don't end up missin' I'm with the sh*ts, so who the f**k you dissin'? My n***as not with me for nun This glizzy not with us for nun No Taser, hollow tips leave you stunned Fifty bands jugg, this ain't no pun Some of y'all needa stop rapping, y'all had a good run He bought a hi point thinkin' it was a good gun Two cups with the Sprite, that's that good fun You call me broke? Haha, good one DistroKid n***a, that's them good funds I need food made a hood run With my Jamaican shooter, and it's good man Don't bother me cause I be coolin' Cook a n***a, yeah, the food done She looked at me and she just droolin' plays n***a, off that Samsung You never seen a pound but you wanna move one Just call mе, n***a, let's get the movе gone Like the eighties make your a** get your groove on I'm done with the sex, baby put your shoes on I'm a loose screw gotta put my fuse on The choppa it fold you up like a futon Oh, you be hatin' on me you a moron She know I'm that n***a I'm the one she choose on She love me she don't wanna move on I shoot with my nephew, put Dr. Seuss on The way I'm sippin' this cough syrup You would think i'm finna sip a soup on These n***as got fake demeanors Two cups shawty I'm a leaner If I'm mean then my brother meaner She a bad b*t*h damn you seen her? For that exotic I'm a fiend man She ain't that bag, left the hoe on seen man Like a bald head I get clean man Don't pa** that Tunechi to me man She a thot yeah she for the sea, man D.O.A. run up on the cement Now his brains all up on the cement It feels so bad, for whoever gon' clean it Feel like Ballout, cause I'm leanin' Sprites, n***a I be leanin' And I'm shootin' sh*t like I'm Phoenix and I'm a Cleenex Dropped outta school, I'm Phineas Can't f**k with your b*t*h she hideous Draco yeah I'm feelin' it I walked down with that mini-sh*t We walked down with a semi b*t*h (B*t*h) Multiple got plenty b*t*h In a foreign, don't hit me, b*t*h Vroom-vroom, yeah you hear that sh*t And don't act like you can't Fans see me, they faint F**k the image, that 12 tryna paint N***a try me, First 48 Sippin' purple, I think I'm a saint Still tryna be sum you ain't You ain't with us why you act like you gang? You want smoke, that sh*t dead like remains BeezyB, yeah, remember that name Oh, who is that? He just part of the gang But soon enough, you'll be part of the gang She can't even cook, but she want a ring, like Hell naw, like that one pastor said, "hell naw"! B*t*h broke, so she better get a job I'm a rapper b*t*h, I can't go out like y'all Bullets burnin' like some alcohol VVS look like alkaline Third time that I broke that b*t*h spine I ain't payin' a hospital bill this time Sippin' on this D'Ussé right now For right now I can get a five hundred a line That sh*t expensive, I ain't gon' lie This sh*t ain't sealed and I won't buy it High as a kite, lil n***a, I be kitin' Lean got me like a turtle, but I'm not a mutant Glock 40 and that b*t*h be shootin' This sh*t ain't Nike, don't make me do it Like I'm Will Smith, I might lose it Got water on my neck, yeah, that sh*t be cruisin' And I know that there's violence on my music But deep down n***a, I just be coolin' Whole time n***a I just be coolin' I know you the police don't play stupid Whole time n***a I just be coolin' There's money on my mind 'cause that's what I'm doin' If I'm by myself then you doo-med Bada** b*t*h, shoot her like a [?] When I'm with BeezyB, he be boolin' Whole time n***a, I just be coolin'
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