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letra de pain in a faygo - duwap kaine

she wanna get sh-t for free
no, you is not f-cking with me
[?], b-tch
draco, yes i bought a new stick but
f-ck violence, no i’m not using it
im just not out here shooting sh-t
i’m tryna get to the money, lil b-tch
you talk down, actin funny, lil b-tch
these n-ggas act like a female
they informants how they run and tell
smokin that dope and i got clientele
gettin money n-gga i know you can tell
cause i walk in fresh as h-ll
got outta jail, thank god for the bail
and you drop, but you know it won’t sell
on sunday, b-tch i’m still getting mail
my jordan shoelace say shoelace
that’s how you know i’m rocking off-white today
baby got me feeling myself
let’s go out to eat, she wanna do something else
babygirl tryna f-word
but she said f-ck me, so it’s f-ck her
b-tch better move ‘fore i uppercut her
drac get to eating sh-t, n-gga , supper
[?] rap about guns, but its kinda habit (d-mn)
wockhardt, got a habit
kicked her out, now she calling her daddy
b-tch knew she f-cked up when i gave her the addy
b-tch knew she f-cked up when i gave her the addy
n-ggas be hating, sadly
i’m counting up cash, n-gga, yeah, gladly
i don’t wanna do sh-t if i ain’t counting up cash
i don’t wanna do sh-t if i ain’t counting up cash
i like making music, give a f-ck about the bag
just like yo mama’s groceries, b-tch, i’m always in the bag
i ain’t going out sad
make my mom and dad proud, glad
she got me hypnotized, she keep on shaking that ass
[?] when you throwing it back
how you know that i was into that
she got an animal, i play with her cat
[?]
see, you claim you a real n-gga
i ain’t never sat down, put in pape with you
all i’m sayin, i can’t fake kick sh-t with n-ggas
f-ck that, i don’t even like n-ggas
i skip school, ride a bike with you
you know i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
lotta lean, so i’m steady pouring sh-t
promethazine, you know we scoring sh-t
n-gga, my life don’t need a boring b-tch
get cooked like a stove boil, b-tch
what is that in yo mouth? tinfoil, b-tch
pull up and beat a thot, don’t spoil it
then they gon treat you like you santa
you know your broke ass not having that
sipping that fake sh-t, you have a heart attack
wearing them fake trues, where yo mama at
i feel like goon i trap out the 80s
[?] mercedes
i got a bad b-tch and a lady
i pour my pain up in a faygo

- duwap kaine

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