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letra de stay up - subaiel

[intro: wata]
woah, well sh-t
welp, time for me to rap, know what i’m sayin’?
sh-t on this beat real quick, f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?
f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?
ay, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wha, ay, ay, ayy, yaaaah
(eekid!)

[verse 1: wata]
i’m back in this b-tch, i’m back in this b-tch
n-gga talk sh-t, n-gga, suck my d-ck
i got two twin glocks with a 4 and a 5, n-gga, kick that sh-t
you ain’t sh-t, you a bum ass n-gga
talk smack when you lack, you a dumb ass n-gga
bro talk sh-t with no gun, i pull up, you run
and then you a done ass n-gga
hit that n-gga with a bl!ck
i’m in the trap just like morty and rick
i got yo b-tch on my d-ck
she ride on my d-ck and she gone suck the tip
stay up, all of y’all n-ggas is made up
spanish ho counting the pesos
got a nerd n-gga stacking the legos

[verse 2: subaiel]
i stay up, i’m nocturnal
i got the bars like a n-gga writing in his journal
i’m so evil, infernal
i’mma slide up, pop yo ass just like a kernel
lil’ lil’ n-gga don’t wanna fight
i ride with a cooler stacked with bud light
sippin’ on modelo, you know i’m sittin’ right
you sippin’ on juice. sh-t got you tight
i’m just sitting here rapping this, all you lame ass n-gga here capping this
got yo b-tch ass right here and i’m smacking this
pop me a perc’ and diminish his happiness
that n-gga thought he was the sh-t
pulled up on his ass, young boy had dropped the bl!ck
i told ’em, “gimme that sh-t”
and the .556 left that n-gga spazzing in a ditch
[verse 3: wata]
ay, n-gga i’m going again
n-gga, i don’t f-ck with feds
but, the h-ll, n-gga you next
run up on that n-gga, that n-gga a p-ssy
n-gga say he a rapper even though he a rookie
love on that b-tch and i ride on her tushy
that n-gga proud that he just want a cookie
i got yo b-tch on my d-ck, b-tch on my c-ck
when i’m rappin’ this sh-t, i sip on that wock’
f-ck yo b-tch, take her real far
jump in the tv, that’s where i’m catchin’ the opps
bro said he a rapper, that n-gga ass
bro wanna talk sh-t, bro wanna bash
that n-gga a curse, n-gga black flash
pull up on his block, bro wanna dash
that n-gga a sucker, f-ckin yo b-tch from new york
and that b-tch wearin’ her b-tters
you look like chris tucker
lil’ bro wanna talk sh-t, leave ’em dead by the summer
bro still talkin’ sh-t, don’t know what he said
my n-ggas gone leave ’em in a death bed
empty the clip, throw ’em in the shed
his man on the side begging me for bread

[verse 4: subaiel]
b-tch, i’m coming again
coming like this all the time, ride with a .9
b-tch, i’m coming again
coming like this with the fye, i’m ready to die
ho, what’chu say? hold on, n-gga, what did you say?
come on, man, say it again
come with the q’s and p’s, reppin’ them big b’s
bet you won’t do it again
n-gga, we stay up, n-gga, we come with the k up
get to f-ckin’ a day up
get to setting them plays up, hit with the razor
that ripstik tear his face up
that n-gga trash, throw him in the bin
ecstasy all up in my benz
“i’m in lookout with all my friends!”
b-tch, i can’t be f-ckin’ with—
there go a b-tch from the south, deep south b-tch
every time i see her, yeah, she totin’ that crawfish
don’t seem like i can f-ck with no north b-tch
swing on that b-tch like a muf-ckin’ golf stick
all these clubs in a bag
n-gga, we don’t give a triple-double f-ck what you had
i’mma be chillin’ in this b-tch on a friday
confiscate a n-gga racks like it’s friday

- subaiel

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