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letra de waffle house cup no straw - barely legal

waffle house cup no straw lyrics
[intro]
yeah, man
you already how it be and what it is and what it ain’t
a lot of n-ggas been hollering
talking, “what barely legal doing? what they doing?”
don’t worry about me, man
get worried about a check
i keep it ninety-two plus eight, you heard?
ain’t no one-oh-one, this a one hundred
straight like that
real central florida, tampa, 813, sunnyside sh-t, n-gga
straight like that
holla’ at your mama

[verse 1: kid dre]
i’m a big young stunna, stuntin’ like my d-mn daddy
and what’s really crazy, i don’t even know my daddy
gold cap fronts sitting on the wisdom t–th
posted at the bbq feeding trina some beef
whipping out the motorola, trapping out the toyota
barely legal, 813, real tampa soldiers
i was stepping in my vans, now i’m stomping in my timbs
just to show you lil’ n-ggas how a pimp get it in
a1 [?] sauce plastered on the gold chain
let it rain and clear it out chicken noodle, pinky ring
big poppa, top dollar, chicks holla’ when i drop
coke fiends at the door begging that they wanna cop
nike socks, laced up, d-ckie jeans, double cup
purple drank pouring, need a mop just to clean it up
holla’ at your boy when you see him in the streets
if you don’t, best believe your chick already eyeing me, playa
[bridge]
broke n-ggas, get that dookie out your drawers, man
this the first of the month
n-ggas is getting up, females is poppin’ out to the party
and it ain’t a thing but a cup of codeine
[?]
lay your ass down [?]

[verse 2: jø]
we in the waffle house, sipping h-lla ounces of that lean
then they came around and let me down, ashamed of how we live
man, them knuckle heads ain’t bucking sh-t
you heard what they did?
n-gga was inside the side the house, tryna take a p-ss
and his ass got clipped
n-ggas ducking, dodging, camouflaging, hiding off the rip
bustdowns and ménages, i was into thousands and them zips
she hairy monkey and her hair all crunchy like some chips
and it’s h-lla funky, gave that hoe some money, told her dip
and i hate sports, we done shot the court up above the rim
better play your part
trying hard to jump with sharks, can’t even swim
n-gga, you rice krispie camry with your b-tch
she tryna get right wit me
counting hundreds at the light, and it’s on sight
’cause dre got sniper with him
[outro]
two times on a m-th-f-cka
two times on a m-th-f-cka
get right with your boy
middle finger for a motherf-cka
flipping packs we don’t match that, homie, we just sell pack
and n-gga, i don’t rap cap
and if you do best believe we gon put ya in a nap sack
two times on a m-th-f-cka
two times on a m-th-f-cka
get right with your boy
middle finger for a motherf-cka
flipping packs we don’t match that, homie, we just sell pack
and n-gga, i don’t rap cap
and if you do best believe we gon put ya in a nap sack
two times on a m-th-f-cka
two times on a m-th-f-cka
n-gga, what you say boy?

- barely legal

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