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out on bond - duwap kaine lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
b*tch, i’m not talkin’ ’bout iphone when i just said i made an air drop (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
v*vvs fit with them teardrops (d*mn, d*mn)
f*ckin’ your ho and i’m makin’ her bed rock (d*mn)
i read the money, f*ck a bookshop
i’m makin’ edibles in a crockpot
dolce gabbana my flip*flops
whippin’ that pot, n*gga, ’til my wrist lock
got long hair, i don’t got a flat top
love totin’ guns ’cause my brother chop
i do not f*ck with 911, i do not see myself being a cop
i only see myself at the top
i just see f*ck n*ggas being opps
i’m a young n*gga, sir flex*a*lot
when in the f*ck the beat gon’ drop? (woo)
where my bros with a thot?
flex music, no, this not hip*hop
hit him with a sig, n*gga, and he hip and he hop
uppin’ my pistol whеn i’m finna hop
can’t trust the plug, n*gga, i got set up
i’m goin’ through it, you said, “keep your head up”
not ’bout thеse b*tches, man, i’m ’bout the cheddar
you know you a b*tch, you a rumor spreader
i swear to god i do it better
two rap b*tches, yeah, salt*n*pepa
i spent a thousand dollars on a sweater
just to wear that sh*t in any weather
slow, i swear that all of these b*tches be slow
right at the store, right at the citgo
and i’m in jail, but i don’t need stove
’cause i’m finna bond out, finna go, go, go

- duwap kaine lyrics

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