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subaiel - stay up كلمات أغنية

[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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