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act - brotherkupa lyrics

it’s not like i lied about anything, so why are you mad
why am i mad, because you on my d*ck

yeah (skrr*skrr)
these n*ggas dropping money for attention
bump up lil b*tch and she acting like g*y sh*t
rocking my aape and i’m looking like ape sh*t
rocking my bape b*tch i’m looking like ape sh*t
n*gga be talking online, he a clown
i can’t fight with a b*tch, i can’t fight with a hoe
arc’teryx on my coat
all these n*ggas be acting like hoes
all these n*ggas be acting like
all these n*ggas be making them jokes
all these n*ggas be after my gold
and i see it, i see it, i see it
sipping codeine, i need it, i need it
double cup on my b*tch and i need her
sippin’ codeine on codeine on codeine
she looking special, she looking like activis
and i’m sippin’ on motherf*cking activis
i spoke to your grandma, she told me to tap in
and i tapped in
breaking her back, b*tch i tapped in
i f*ck that b*tch and i tapped in
margiela on my kicks and i came in
woah, woah, woah
sippin’ on codeine
b*tch i’m so motherf*cking tapped in
b*tch i’m so motherf*cking tapped in
b*tch i be lookin’ like jesus
up in the sky, b*tch i’m flyin’ with eagles
and i came in
rocking versace, i came in
rocking margiela, i stepped in
margiela on my kicks and i copped them
boy, never stop believing in yourself boy because
once you stop believing in yourself then the dream dies boy
that’s all
always remember that bro, ya get me
plugged up with the gang, now we geekin’ up
i just pulled up on your block, now we’re spinnin’ off
pipe me up, let me talk, let me spit something
i just pulled up at your block, you acting run for something
pulled up with the gang, b*tch you toughen up
b*tch you dumb as f*ck, who you talkin’ to
we don’t wanna talk to you
run up on your block too
spin off on your block, now you roughen up
with the gang and we pourin’ up
pouring up wockesha, b*tch we geekin’ up
and i put it on my momma, i be making all these racks
spending all these racks b*tch, i was mixing up that trap
heard she got that birdie, heard she really got that wap
codeine in my system and i’m spittin’ all my facts
and they stealing all my raps
and i don’t write all my raps
what you be talkin’ bout lil b*tch
i don’t write any of my raps
what you talkin’ bout lil hoe
you don’t respect my time
i don’t rock on no thot
i be sippin’ on wok

- brotherkupa lyrics

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