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jada pinkett - duwap kaine lyrics

[verse]
big ar just coming in clutch
hang with my n*ggas, you know it’s a bunch of us
you did your b*tch ass so i f*cked up her b*tt
in the hood so get [?]
riding around with a honey bun
they been f*cking with me, yeah, since “under the sun”
brand new chain, brand new gun
you better not lie ’cause you my son
smoking gingerbread, [?]
i need me a b*tch, she gotta be the one
big ar, shooting at everyone
i do not give two f*cks about sh*t
[?] stop at the light [?] p*ssed off
don’t ask me, i know i’m the sh*t
that’s your b*tch so she doing the [?]
it’s my b*tch [?] my drop top
with my gang, man, i’m having my own mob
twelve cars in the driveway with no job
b*tches be hitting me up like i know y’all
shoot the p*ssy lil’ b*tch, no b*lls
touching your b*tch ass and it’s so soft
ricky owens sitting right by the wall
ain’t rocking no vans [?] off the wall
i bring them racks in
rocking high fashion
you gotta clock in
if you work for a n*gga, that’s madness
put my diamonds on, watch them p*ss in the stall
don’t n0body be checking on me so i don’t care about y’all
ball on a n*gga, i ball harder than john wall
call one of my shooters up, i think it’s chris paul
in la like law & order and my b*tch regina hall
we ain’t talking ’bout spice 1 but we tryna k!ll ’em all, d*mn
i’m growing up, nineteen years of age
i got my pistol in the f*cking backstage
show me something that’ll actually have me amazed
my pistol on me, n*gga, like i’m johnny cage
my b*tch from ohio, doris day
why this b*tch keep on acting, man, she sound like jennifer day
just give my n*ggas a grammy, man, how they slang that k
have a junkie try some sh*t like the sh*t was train today
i’m high as f*ck, man, i ain’t even blinking
i was locked up, i was cold but they gave me a blanket
and i need a bad ass b*tch jada pinkett
on a high speed chase, doing the dash, i wasn’t thinking at all

- duwap kaine lyrics

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