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5am freestyle (all nighter) - duwap kaine lyrics

[intro]
i think i’ma call this sh*t (i’m finna call this sh*t “all nighter”)
“all nighter”
my n*gga, it’s five o’clock in the morning right now
can’t even sleep (i don’t know why i don’t sleep)
all my sleep deprived n*ggas, ride

[verse]
going fast, paul walker
i ain’t have my strap, so i hit ’em with a walker
and i got a fast car, no, i’m not a walker
and i do this sh*t that i rap, i’m not a talker
look, i got the walker from my grandma
coolin’ on the west side, n*gga, r.i.p my grandma
and i’m moving slow, like a muhf*ckin’ grandpa
face f*cked up, man, i need to hit the d*mn spa
who the f*ck got a charger in this b*tch? d*mn, my phone died
talking too much on facetime, she got me occupied
and i rolled a fat*ass j, got me occupied
the b*tch so useless, she can’t even cook a f*ckin’ pie
she do everything wrong, n*gga, she can’t even f*ckin’ lie
police know i’m high when they look inside a n*gga eye
i don’t f*ck with b*tches, lil’ baby, it’s just you and i
and i’m real sorry when i really make you f*ckin’ cry (godd*mn)
she say she need perc’ ten, yeah, her tabs low
look, and i got a dog at home, i gave it alpo
and i take sh*t, so, you could call me repo man
and she said she a fan of me, so she stan
and this blunt got me high as a bee, i can’t stand
i stand up for myself, ’cause i know i’m a man
can’t stand up by myself ’cause the lean got me dead
he don’t like alcohol but i put shots in his head
he like, “i f*ckin’ hate hennessy”
he don’t f*ck with none of that hennessy sh*t
he don’t like cîroc, tequila
te*quill*a? how you pr*nounce that sh*t? i don’t give a f*ck, n*gga (i don’t give a f*ck ’bout that sh*t)
i sip hi*tech, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?
look, wockeisha, add that wockeisha (good drank)
it’s five thirty*three, n*gga, i just be up (all nighter)
look, lil’ b*tch, that’s that wockeisha (all nighter)
and i got a bad*ass b*tch named keisha
she want italian food, she said “pasta”, i got a pizza
look, and i paint a picture with this glock, mona lisa
i think she think she beyoncé since i called her a diva
and that b*tch talkin’ ’bout nonsense, so it’s so easy to leave her (d*mn)
yeah, that glock breathin’
n*ggas be sweet like sauce, n*gga, polynesian
and i think there’s pollen outside, ’cause a n*gga sneezin’
and i saw that i was sneezin’, so i went to leanin’
look, come on, i got some hi*tech
and i got a b*tch that fix phones, she so high tech
she asked me for money, i hope that was a high text
she asked me for money, i don’t like the concept
flex them fours, that’s what i rep
choppa hit his ass, hit his throat, now he got strep
d*mn, d*mn, i don’t sip green
and i got a pint from walgreens, i need seventeen
all this ice on my neck, i’m the sailing team
three diamond chains on me
call it “lil boat 3”
i’m from the four, i got n*ggas that rep six and three
you bought them off*white shoes but really, they some f*ckin’ cleats
sippin’ on purple, like a n*gga ‘finna eat a beet (f*ckin’ got a vegetable)
then i hopped in the studio, then i ate the beat
just be yourself, ’cause it’s not okay to be street
that b*tch a vegan, ’cause she say she don’t eat meat (uh)
pull out that choppa, different ball game
if i had a lil’ brother, i’d go to his ball game
acne, ksubi, i don’t like balmains
she said “buy me some rubies”, she said that i’m balling
two glocks, max and ruby
you smoke swishers, call you nudy
pass the gas like “excuse me”
yo’ b*tch say i’m a cutie
used to be at the q*team
in the a, smokin’ on a qp
after i finish this song, ‘finna finish smokin’ this doobie
slide on n*ggas up in vans, call me scooby
pull out that glock, then that sh*t get real spooky
d*mn, n*gga, i really just shut down on it

- duwap kaine lyrics

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