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duwap kaine - 14 years old lyrics
[verse]
i’m tryna bust me a script
don’t get your b_tch ass clipped
[?] when i count up the chips
southwest every class got skipped
i’m tryna run up a bag
all of my ksubi jeans sag
she sucking, shh, through corona mask
you hear her choke and her gag
she wanna know about me, she vlad
go on head with your snitch ass
i leave a dumb b_tch in the past
can’t put these prada shoes in the grass
wake up on lean, yeah, i’m kinda mad
this glock on my hip, please don’t try my ass
ain’t finna rap ’bout a ho i ain’t [?]
[?] spending money fast
i give a f_ck n_gga my last
come from the heart, you don’t gotta ask
how your b_tch bad ’cause her p_ssy trash
your lean light, sh_t ain’t even contrast
i wanna f_ck up at saks
i wanna f_ck up at lennox
i wanna buy me a pistol
something just like a lieutenant
the hydro and drank, mix it
off_white shoes on, i just kick sh_t
kick him off his own block, yeah, eviction
these n_ggas be p_ssy on that b_tch sh_t
i don’t even really even f_ck with bro
what make these f_ck n_ggas wanna call a bluff
break in your house like this sh_t snow on tha bluff
you don’t got your gun now you not so tough
n_ggas be wishy_washy on that other stuff
them dirty ass police put me in some handcuffs
but i deserve to be out, i’m sipping on drank, i’m f_cking the stores up
i’m f_cking the stores up
h_lla guns, n_gga, i f_ck lowe’s up
you not my b_tch, baby girl, put them toes up
best believe i’ma blow some
trenches to melrose, huh
i was up all night doing drugs with the bros, huh
i got a lot on my mind and a whole lot of time in the hood and i’m throwing a four up
hate when a dumb b_tch bring up old stuff
i set the two cups on a coaster
when i get high, i’m a high roller
if that’s your b_tch, why your b_tch [?]
d_mn, look at my soda
this b_tch might fill over
stretch ’em out like yoga
i’m walking in with an odor
my car got a fast motor
i wake up with a motor
you working, got a whole shift
i’m in the trap house, twenty_four sh_t
gotta pick my bag up with a forklift
i be spending money on some bored sh_t
i look at it, i could afford it
she going back to broke on horse sh_t
you talking ’bout n_ggas on dork sh_t
i’m high as f_ck smoking cat p_ss
i got a talent, it’s rapping
at both things, i be wrapping the bricks
i ain’t even talking ’bout a present
i run my city, i’m the new president
thinking you a street n_gga, man, stop speaking on all of this sh_t
24 how i’m balling, lil’ b_tch
n_gga, long live kobe bryant
designer on, n_gga, anywhere, in the living room, n_gga, i’m in the den
good gas, i be bringing it in
latina b_tch probably bringing some friends
and i feel like nocap ’cause a n_gga really ’bout them backends
like you could call me [?]
stacking and flipping [?]
my young n_ggas with me going wild
[?] right now
young n_gga and i’m married to the streets, n_gga, i ain’t ever took no vow
even though i got three brothers all grown up, i’m the only child
freestyling what i’m doing right now
got too many kids, where the ultrasound
the same way how i was coming when i was fourteen how i’m coming right now
but the difference is i done learned a lot now
i’m a felon now, had to put the gun down
i was kicking sh_t in the hood, n_gga, now i’m rich, n_gga, i’m just rich somehow
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