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letra de fuck the cpd 2 - duwap kaine

[intro]
got a couple guns, shoot them guns for fun
shoot a n-gga down, watch that n-gga run
why these n-ggas run?
boy these n-ggas scary
pop a n-gga open, i ain’t talkin’ bout a cherry

[verse 1]
smokin’ flame, you can get flame
no it’s not a thang
got this thang, i’ma let it bang
bullets to your brain
two pistols b-tch i’m max payne, yeah i bring the pain
got the mac on my f-ckin’ hip, and i let it hang
got a ruger shoot to your medulla
b-tch it’s gonna do you
i’ll wake you up but i ain’t no rooster
b-tch i am a shooter
shooting bullets to your whole body
now you got a tumor
sippin’ codeine, that purple lean
but i ain’t no future
open a bottle up got me movin’ so slow
got them bricks from the truck
got them bricks up on a boat
i use to move them rocks, i don’t do that no more
i had bricks in the wall, and the bricks up in the door
all these n-ggas fool, all these n-ggas fake, i’ll shake you up like a milkshake
let a n-gga try me, you gone die today
if he go to heaven, he gone fly today
gotta couple poles and he never shine
but his b-tch -ss better not try today
i be gettin’ money like the lottery
b-tch i’m charged up like a battery
got h-lla guap, got h-lla fans
you know i’m a celebrity
you n-ggas is not on my level
these n-ggas is dirty boy i need a shovel

[bridge]
toting on the metal
and i just bought a bezzle
why you talkin’ all on twitter?
better be careful

[verse 2]
if yo -ss hating now you elevating
have to shoot the n-ggas how they -ss hatin’
b-tch i eat my food eat my macaroni eat my f-ckin’ chicken and my f-ckin’ bacon
when i walk past, have the n-ggas shakin’
b-tch i got a glock, so my -ss is taken
i was right there , you was right there
you was with a gun so yo’ -ss was faking
pull up to the cemetery
pull up where the opps at
when i pull up on they block i’ma turn up to a opp pack
shooting n-ggas i’m with that
that guap, i did that
yes, i got a big mac so yo’ -ss better get back
pull up with the thirty shot
i flex do that a lot
pull up in a foreign car
leave marks in the parking lot

[outro]
go inside the grocery store gotta lot of sh-t in my shopping cart
n-ggas talkin’ that bullsh-t but i’ll pop they -ss like a pop-tart
let’s get it

- duwap kaine

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