throat - duwap kaine lyrics
[verse]
i cannot settle for less
that boy, he a b*tch, he need br**sts
go put some hair on yo chest
he bum, he don’t know how to dress
walk down, n*gga, wit’ tec
mix wokhardt and i mix tec
these n*ggas my child like [?]
lil’ bad b*tch wanna have s*x
my pocket on lucki eck$
used to hide weed up in my desk
i walk down, put ’em to rest
this sh*t hood checkers, no, it’s no chess
don’t test me, i’m acin’ that test
whipped right in a lam right by boulder crest
and you know that i’m mobbin’, that’s it
that’s why i’m just tryna get family set
said that i’m broke, boy, you off that fent
remember havin’ fire all up in the dеn
how you say [?] boy you not my kin
broke ass n*gga, boy, he live in a tеnt
i’m in the woods, n*gga, wit’ the tent
i hit me a l!ck and take that sh*t to the trench
i’m wit’ my dawg, i’m feelin’ like [?]
i take me a n*gga down then i grin
i’m a real n*gga for like, ain’t no trend
draco on me wit’ the fortnite skin
gotta pray, lord forgive when i sin
curfew ass n*gga, gotta be home by ten
thick sh*t only, man, she can’t be fat
i only like the fat sh*t in the ass
lightskin sh*t, gettin’ head from the back
ass so fat, man, i’m gettin’ off track
grew up real fast, can’t believe that i’m grown
i was just in school takin’ down [?]
get that zaza and then sell it for the low
i hit me a plug then get me a load
i tote me a fire, i don’t need to troll
i don’t sign no deal, i don’t sell no souls
i walk down wit’ fire, i’m pickin’ your door
the day that you talk, that’s the day that you gone
a scary situation, you know that he fold
i’m diggin’ for racks, you diggin’ for gold
i don’t got no uber, i’m sendin’ her home
scratchin’ her back, i’m all in her dome
sometimes f*ck the cat, i just want the dome
you know that i’m tapped in way ’round the globe
i’m thumbin’ them racks, you know that that’s old
go look in the mirror and get you a ho
your n*gga locked down and still get no ho’s
they beatin’ yo ass until yo ass fold
you know i stayed down, i’m fly like a crow
you know i count peso, you know i count yours
you know i rock out, you know i do shows
might take me a shot, don’t play wit’ my nose
your b*tch is tellin’ me all your info
she droppin’ the dot, she droppin’ the low
she droppin’ it hot, she droppin’ it low
you know that i rob, b*tch, i’m from the four
i’m spendin’ a ticket all over my clothes
i trap twenty*four so this sh*t is not closed
i married the block, you watched me propose
i got a divorce, then married the show
these n*ggas be g*y, man, it is no ho
i left all her babies all up in her throat
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