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convicted felon - duwap kaine lyrics

[intro]
(tron, can you come back to earth?)

[verse]
cafeteria, everybody gon’ eat
whip out fire, got ’em runnin’ on feet
talkin’ down, i can’t wait ’til we meet
saw my face, he ain’t know it was me
put his ass on a zumiez graphic tee
bad b*tch, and she like, “what’s the tea?”
beat a n*gga ass like mr. t
robbin’ n*ggas, man, i was a thief
was a thief in the night
draco wit’ a muhf*ckin’ knife
convicted felon, oh, isn’t that nice?
’cause i did the dash on 29th
that n*gga a b*tch, i don’t get the hype
he shoot up, and i swear, he a hype
my n*gga was in jail so long, he came home, he was tryna use skype
not mario, but she tryna get piped
need another ho for another d*mn night
he sellin’ his [?] if the price right
feel like the migos, beat it up, fight night
these n*ggas ain’t on sh*t, and you can tell
they hate, and i just wish they ass well
you in that courtroom, you gon’ tell
ain’t say sh*t, then you woulda got bailed
godd*mn, man, i swear that you failed
she touchin’ on me like she blind and i’m braile
good gas, but this sh*t not for sale
he gon’ put his soul up, yeah, for sale
f*ck, d*mn, b*tch, i don’t give a f*ck, don’t try my fam
my cousin k!ll yo’ ass over a gram
don’t talk sh*t on the muhf*ckin’ gram
might walk down, give a f*ck who i am
from the southside, b*tch, we say yes ma’am
h*lla motion, b*tch, you know i don’t scam
wake up, trap in the am
who the f*ck is that? i made him
your n*gga broke, but no shade to him
i got her ’cause you know that i’m him
my pockets fat, and they said, f*ck a gym
f*ck 12
f*ck the cia too
f*ck the dea too
countin’ money on a pj, boo
claim he a thug, he ain’t rich like me, boo
street n*gga, but i left the streets, boo
felon, i can’t be ’round that glock .40
left you for another b*tch, now i’m missin’ you
[chorus]
southside, westside, i’m reppin’ the crew
convicted felon, put a [?]
miss thuggin’ on the street, n*gga, wit’ my crew
convicted felon, so i can’t even shoot
southside, westside, i’m reppin’ the crew
convicted felon, put a [?]
miss thuggin’ on the street, n*gga, wit’ my crew
convicted felon, so i can’t even shoot

[outro]
(tron, can you come back to earth?)

- duwap kaine lyrics

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