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double cup - tg kommas lyrics

[chorus]
double cup my styrofoam, spit fye through that microphone
sh*ttin on all my haters, they say i need to put a diaper on
big glock is my firearm, send shots where the opps roam
turnt up on a b*tch, them n*ggas mad because they not on

[bridge]
yeah we keep that pipe on, i just tell em right on
catch you one and stretch you one, dont stop until his life gone
i just threw back two of em, just to turn my lighter on
jiggin out my body ima turn up til the night gone

[verse 1]
catch you one n stretch you one, pop me one n flex me one
dirty b*tch can’t get no play my b*tches up [?]
40. glock my favorite gun, this b*tch herе a special one
switch on the back this b*tch, you play lil b*tch n im gon blеss me one
im lil trench i can get it done, [?] straight n zip me one
f*cked up like my mama, say lil mama, im ms. crystal son
drank that syrup like [?], broke her neck, won’t clap her buns
i just need a bad b*tch to suck my d*ck until i cum
say the word b*tch and watch, we come
bow, b*tch, take your l!ck, unt unt, dont f*ckin run
stop all that faking you ain’t never shot no f*ckin gun
lemme take my belt off b*tch n whoop you like my f*cking son
[chorus]
double cup my styrofoam, spit fye through that microphone
sh*ttin on all my haters, they say i need to put a diaper on
big glock is my firearm, send shots where the opps roam
turnt up on a b*tch, them n*ggas mad because they not on

[bridge]
yeah we keep that pipe on, i just tell em right on
catch you one and stretch you one, dont stop until his life gone
i just threw back two of em, [?] turn my lighter on
jiggin out my body ima turn up til the night gone

[verse 2]
b*tch im jiggin out my body, rolling harder than yo potna
f*ck yo potna, im wit my potna, we got choppas, they can’t stop us
smoke a opp pack this that ganja, fill a backwood up with oppas
come through drippin in designer, you can’t see me with binoculars
we steady hollin’ f*ck the coppas, they won’t jam us up
they had to get behind me, ain’t no stoppin
im gon do the dash n gas it up
b*tch dont ask whats in my pocket, you can’t get nothin but a batch of nut
you know a n*gga got it, but i pretend like i ain’t have nothin
cause i can’t give a b*tch nothin, but i can give a n*gga bullets
got plenty shooters, plenty iron, tryna pop ya top, knock off ya hoodie
got beaucoup ho’s, they super fine, with pretty skin, and pretty p*ssy
got alot of opps but them n*ggas dyin, treat em like my b*tch, them n*ggas p*ssy
[chorus]
double cup my styrofoam, spit fye through that microphone
sh*ttin on all my haters, they say i need to put a diaper on
big glock is my firearm, send shots where the opps roam
turnt up on a b*tch, them n*ggas mad because they not on

- tg kommas lyrics

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