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a$ap ant - drumline freestyle lyrics

[intro]
uh, what’s in my cup tastes like a hi+chew (this is a dj nick exclusive)
uh, what’s in my cup tastes like a hi+chew (fubu got that flame, go, yeah)

[chorus]
uh, what’s in my cup tastes like a hi+chew (woo)
candy, my blunt tastes like froot loop (candy)
my b+tch need a purse and i need me a coupe (she need it)
on a resort takin’ shots of tequila (resort)
switch up my route, then i’m in argentina (i switch up my route)
it’s funny how these fake n+ggas get amnesia (funny how)
sippin’ the drank feel like anesthesia (i sip it)
went solo, felt like david ruffin (i went)
one in the streets and one in thе oven (it’s one in the)
abracadabra, madе nothin’ to somethin’ (made nothin’)
i told her, “hold on, i’m ’bout to cum” (i told her)
new glock, nick cannon, drumline
they in the back end, we in the front line
we in a war, don’t step over gun lines
sh+t get nasty like pork rinds (boom)

[verse]
shaq size, i be steppin’ (steppin’)
secret compartment, i ride with the weapon (strap)
always open like 7+eleven
green bubble, these n+ggas didn’t get the message
b+tch, i’m smokin’ doja (doja)
diamonds brought us closer (closer)
cook ’em like fried okra
took her to the crib, then i bent her straight over
(dj nick)
wagyu, twenty dollars for one taco
low+pro tires, i watch for potholes
she kept complaining, had to take her to cabo
flame, everything i say pyro
i got a gun that can knock down a rhino
(this is a dj nick exclusive)
[chorus]
uh, what’s in my cup tastes like a hi+chew (woo)
candy, my blunt tastes like froot loop (candy)
my b+tch need a purse and i need me a coupe (she need it)
on a resort takin’ shots of tequila (resort)
switch up my route, then i’m in argentina (i switch up my route)
it’s funny how these fake n+ggas get amnesia (funny how)
sippin’ the drank feel like anesthesia (i sip it)
went solo, felt like david ruffin (i went)
one in the streets and one in the oven (it’s one in the)
abracadabra, made nothin’ to somethin’ (made nothin’)
i told her, “hold on, i’m ’bout to cum” (i told her)
new glock, nick cannon, drumline
they in the back end, we in the front line
we in a war, don’t step over gun lines
sh+t get nasty like pork rinds

[outro]
(dj nick, the big payback, marino gang)

- aap ant lyrics

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