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letra de stalker - duwap kaine

[chorus]
got that gl!ck at the [?] show, i really think they scared to book me
s-x drive so high, yeah i drove for the p-ssy
yeah i’m so high, yeah i’m smoking on cookie
boy just give me your tool, boy i shoulda known you was a rookie
serving the drank, get my shooter, yeah i send him to [?]
f-ck rap, man i’m all about money
in the trenches man, kick them in the stomach
f-ck school, i had hoes at homecoming

[verse]
f-ck these hoes, man they know how i’m coming
i chase the bag, n-gga that’s why i’m running
that choppa hit, and then look how its running
took his car, man he left his car running
i wiped his nose and i left his nose runny
good green, but its f-ckin’ up my tummy
shot at his face, turned him to a mummy
and that foreign go skrrt
trap sh-t, bring back hollister
my gun out, i don’t got no holster
southside, i’m a east coast third
f-ck that hoe, b-tch i don’t even know her
i’m real high smoking sour kosher
she wanna eat me up, yeah for sure
smoking dope for covid, n-gga i got the cure
smoking dope and that sh-t be so pure
i got crazy b-tches like i’m on jersey sure
i meant to say jersey shore
f-ck yo b-tch, yeah i’m f-ckin your wh0re
godd-mn man let me in the door
got ’bout 5 bricks, man i am the drug lord
trapping kingdom, we don’t got no d-mn swords
i’m in a truck but i don’t drive no d-mn ford
gotta text my b-tch back with a iphone cord
leave me the f-ck alone when i wanna record
bad b-tch but she could be yours
man f-ck the rulers, i’d rather do chores
drip sh-t, that’s that f-ckin’ dior
no dip sh-t, this ain’t no honda accord
white chalk yo ass, no chalk board
f-ck being real, you don’t get a reward
through the dash, look at the dashboard
this real fast, we don’t do honda accords
slime green dripping out of my pores
big mansion with some f-ckin’ marble floors
they just want that old flow (that old flow)
i see 12 like “oh no” (godd-mn)
i don’t f-ck with po-po
any real street n-gga know
look like a con, i’m lookin for gold
she said stop and i’m digging in her soul
pinky ring while i dig in my nose
f-ck with me, yeah she digging my clothes
shooting sh-t n-gga like i’m louieknows
i’m sipping lean, no i don’t do the rosé
she a [?] she tryna propose to me
tripping, man i ain’t even smoke today
i’m from the hood son, i ain’t come here
yeah, my n-ggas eating [?]
i got a bad b-tch in some lingerie
i told that d-mn b-tch “do my laundry”
i think them two cups is a part of me
i think them two hollow tips hit his artery
put me on when i step in the party
put me on with your b-tches, lil shawty
geeked up man i’m geeked out my body
foreign whip and that b-tch got a body
high as f-ck man i’m smoking on [?]
f-ck yo gang, f-ck yo whole d-mn posse
[outro]
chain shine, man it look a lil glossy
these n-ggas hate but they wanna copy
why 12 hate? just look how they watch me (damm)

- duwap kaine

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