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nobody - duwap kaine lyrics

[intro]
and put it in value mode
and then tell it your count in 20s
what’s that d-mn savage up to now?

[verse]
high in a free form
braids in, ain’t no freeform
f-ckin’ yo b-tch cause i got bored
i was too high, missed the carti tour
i be rockin’ designer, i be rockin’ dior
you say you wit’ the sh-t, but i’m not sure
rich n-gga sh-t, n-gga, i’m not poor
real n-gga, man, i’m opening doors
glock on me, yeah, i’m keeping a sword
i’m a real n-gga, man, i need an award
on the southside, and i’m throwing a four
i got hi-tec fallin’ in my pores
i’m with the gang, we the kids next door
juggin’ n-ggas, i’m the motherf-ckin’ lord
big glock on me, turn it to a pack
choppa choppin’ sh-t, [?]
flexin’ hard, they not liking that
sippin’ fake drank? you gon’ have a heart attack
i’m o-dog, how i’m keeping a mac
i’m getting too much money, they can’t stay on track
spin yo block, we gon’ twirl
three b-tches, yeah, powerpuff girls
you can f-ck that b-tch, that’s not my girl
when i shoot the glock, i’m like, “thatta girl”
how you smoking woods and you cannot pearl?
i’m high as f-ck, i’m outta this world
i got braids in my hair, ain’t no jheri curls
bad b-tch, and her hair got the curls
smokin’ dope, smokin’ teen t-tans
y’all n-ggas b-tches, y’all whole team biting
glock on me, what the f-ck is fighting?
i’m finessing n-ggas, like “scam likely”
n-gga, am i high? n-gga, most likely
all this money on me, that’s why these b-tches like me
thot b-tch, and she look like tiny
big bankroll, and yo’ pockets tiny
broke as h-ll, but you steady whining
i’m in the kitchen, but i’m not frying
i’m high as h-ll, feel like i’m mountain climbing
chains cold as h-ll, it could change the climate
feel like wiz khalifa, cause i’m smoking chronic
i’m gettin’ money, that’s alright
i’m trappin’ out this electronic
see-see 12, then i turn into sonic
sippin’ too much lean, so i had to vomit
we some young n-ggas, we do what we want
and them hollow tips hot like a sauna
and you smokin’ mid, smokin’ bad marijuana

[post-chorus]
percs, narcotics
weed, lean, everything, i got it
glock on me, i shoot ’em with no shotty
them hollow tips f-ckin’ up his body
too many guns when we ridin’ in the rari
the beat finna end y’all, man, i’m sorry
kicked her out, i told her i’m sorry
i keep a gun, i can’t trust n0body

- duwap kaine lyrics

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