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tweakin - kae guwapo lyrics

[intro]
poloboy oh my god!

[pre-chorus]
hop up in the coupe, huh, then i do the dash (then i do the dash)
i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t, i’m gettin’ to the cash (to the cash)
gotta slow down in the whip, i might crash (i might crash)
flyin’ on the 180, yeah, i’m goin’ h-lla fast (yeah)

[chorus]
i’ma up the heater, tryna up my f-ckin’ mans (up my f-ckin’ mans)
d-ck on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
all my n-gg-s faded, we be tweakin’ off the xans (off the xans)
sippin’ on this act, now a n-gg- cannot stand
i’ma up the heater, tryna up my f-ckin’ mans (up my f-ckin’ mans)
d-ck on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
all my n-gg-s faded, we be tweakin’ off the xans (off the xans)
sippin’ on this act, now a n-gg- cannot stand (cannot stand)

[verse]
hop up out the jag, then i hop up in the coupe (skrr)
d-ck on that gun and you know that i will shoot (i will shoot)
f-ckin’ on yo b-tch, yeah, she suck me like a tube (like a tube)
i’m gettin’ to the bands, yeah, i’m gettin’ to the loot (to the loot)
run up on me wrong, swear to god, you gettin’ popped (gettin’ popped)
one wrong move and i swear, you gettin’ shot (grrra)
n-gg- talkin’ down, he might get put in a box (grrra)
it’s all in my name, cause i’m gettin’ to the guap (ching)
and you know i keep up with that motherf-ckin’ gun (brrra)
pull up to yo crib and i’m shootin’ sh-t up (gratata)
shoot yo whole body up and let it rot in the sun (in the sun)
and we do this sh-t fa real, we don’t do this sh-t for fun (for the fun)
you ain’t no man n-gg-, yeah, you just a lil’ b-tch (a lil’ b-tch)
n-gg- swing and you gettin’ hit in the lip (bratadam)
n-gg- talkin’ sh-t, we might throw him in the pit (pit)
got a 38 in case a n-gg- wanna trip (wanna trip)
n-gg- i’m so fly, just come look at my fit (at my fit)
look at my kicks, you know i’m saucy as sh-t (sh-t)
f-ckin’ on yo b-tch and she suckin’ on my d-ck (on my d-ck)
and before i let her f-ck, she gon’ let me eat her cl-t (eat her cl-t)
if that n-gg- talkin’ tough, i might hit him with the clip (grrra)
with a glock 17, it might hit em in his sh-t (grrra)
no i’m not dex, but you know i got the drip (drip)
i don’t smoke no crack, n-gg-, i smoke og kush (og kush)
try to snitch on me, boy, i wish a n-gg- would (wish a n-gg- would)
when i hit a lick, i might have a n-gg- shook (n-gg- shook)
but i’m done with the verse, now let’s go back to the hook (to the hook)

- kae guwapo lyrics

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