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duwap kaine – 64/7 lyrics

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[chorus]
b+tch, i feel like goon ’cause i’m a real deal stepper
yellow baguettes on my sh+t, n+gga, sh+t like lemon pepper (woah, woah)
bad+ass b+tch, you know these b+tches don’t last forever (woah)
d+mn, she tried to finesse a n+gga, she really thought she was clever
nah, b+tch, never (never)
scratch a b+tch right off my schedule (f+ck you)
she wanna marry, d+mn, b+tch, i just met you (no)
all these b+tches on me, hugh hefner
all she do is nag, so i lеft her
she hate whеn a n+gga doin’ better
that’s why i got a badder b+tch, her sh+t wetter
my gang pop out strong like mayweather

[verse 1]
off alcohol and i feel like a feather
i f+ck the b+tch like the other b+tch better
i’m twenty years, tryna get it together
she like a dog, tell her ass, i’ma pet her
i feel like durk, d+mn, what happened to virgil?
long live goon, let me pour up this purple
promethazine so i look like a turtle
the glock talk, i just let it get verbal
talk on my brother i’ll hurt you
talk on my brother, lil’ n+gga, i’ll he+rs+ you
hollow tips, hot flyin’, they’ll curse you
you a broke b+tch anyway, i ain’t heard you
i’m kaine wick and i f+ck up the pain
see, goonrich was my muhf+ckin’ man
all this gucci i’m the real gucci mane
my brother died and i was on the plane (no, no)
h+k, we might hit at your man
real cool, yeah, i’m cool like a fan
hollow tips quick, n+gga, like sand
smokin’ dope every day, i’m outer sp+ce
look, every day you just gotta get up
focus on you, f+ck the other stuff
your b+tch a teddy bear, she got stuffed
big ass glock shut a n+gga up
n+ggas get 10k on the gram
next day, n+gga, they be like, “i’m up”
nah, n+gga, you got much more work to do (go, go, go)
so stop spendin’ money on that cup
2023, n+gga
still ridin’ in a beam’, n+gga
still with the same team, n+gga
this fame sh+t won’t change me, n+gga
but that pain sh+t changed me, n+gga
seen a lot of sh+t, i’m not the same n+gga
it’s a lot goin’ through my brain, n+gga
got rich and the chain got bigger
stayin’ on your p’s and q’s my n+gga
but it’s okay if you got god, n+gga (go, go)
i’m gettin’ money, that’s the plot, n+gga
she love me, she can’t stop, n+gga
i can teach you how to rob, n+gga
because i used to rob n+ggas
take ’em down, i need six figures
circle small like six n+ggas
designer sh+t, no, i don’t shop at the mall
you wearin’ fake sh+t, you knockin’ it off
pass it to her and she catchin’ my b+lls
she should be at the next playoffs
i miss my n+gga, yeah
i’m goonrich, n+gga
she wanna do the nasty sh+t off liquor
f+ck water ’cause my blood real thicker
goonrich was my muhf+ckin’ n+gga, my brother
he wasn’t born n+gga by the same mother
it don’t mean that i cannot love you
b+tch, i’m goonrich
uh, every day of the week on that goon sh+t
why you smokin’ on that mid, yeah, that tunechi
she ain’t got sh+t to offer but coochie
all that fake love how you lose me (fake ass love)
[chorus]
b+tch, i feel like goon ’cause i’m a real deal stepper
yellow baguettes on my sh+t, n+gga, sh+t like lemon pepper (woah, woah)
bad+ass b+tch, you know these b+tches don’t last forever (woah)
d+mn, she tried to finesse a n+gga, she really thought she was clever
nah, b+tch, never
scratch a b+tch right off my schedule (f+ck you)
she wanna marry, d+mn, b+tch, i just met you
all these b+tches on me, hugh hefner
all she do is nag, so i left her
she hate when a n+gga doin’ better
that’s why i got a badder b+tch, her sh+t wetter
my team high in the sky like merryweather

[verse 2]
bad+ass b+tch, and that b+tch my tether
ar stick, tony montana
darkskin b+tch, tori montana
take this wrist, pour up in a drank of fruit fanta
young n+gga from savanna
but you know that i f+ck with atlanta
gucci mane, i’m the savanna santa
put you on a shirt, you a twitter banner
gucci mane, that kush be my cologne
soulja boy, baby, pick up the phone
blowin’ kisses to your b+tch through the phone
draco’s and semi’s, y’all know what i’m on
police hate our skin tone
i did 12, i was gone
they said, “why he try to run”
i was just tryna make it home
long live my n+gga, man
it’ll never be another goonrich (never ever)
it’ll never be another goonrich
just know you got your brother right here
and i’m still on that goon sh+t
everyday wake up goonrich
i took my glock n+gga on a honeymoon
stick up cuz, see what buddy do
love you goon, should’ve trust you
we ain’t talk, that’s not what brothers do
if i can’t put my trust in you
how the f+ck am i lovin’ you?
and i earned my stripes, n+gga, just like the hat from dr. seuss
two chains, hair weave k!ller
pipe the blunt up, try to weave n+gga
good drank, i gotta pee n+gga
countin’ blues, i’m pue n+gga
thick evil b+tch, she want what i got tried to plant a seed on me, n+gga
police told me, “freeze, n+gga”
i thank the lord i’m not deceased, n+gga
i just gotta keep it g, n+gga
do you really f+ck with me, n+gga?
i can feel the fake in my sleep, n+gga
every day i’ma peep, n+gga
b+tch i [?] sleep, n+gga
she said it go deep, n+gga
put a n+gga six feet, n+gga
that’s if you really f+ck with me, n+gga
’cause if i shoot that gun, it’s on the fifth
i did the race, ain’t jumpin’ no fence
call me broke, b+tch, you got me bent
bend her over now i got the b+tch bent
she suckin’ d+ck, call that hoe my best friend
every day i get up and i sin
but lord, forgive me for what i’m doin’
[?]
oh, you wanna ball [?]
give you a rack, just that much of a friend
you not my family or my kin
don’t ever try to hit my phone again
50 cent, i got many men
friday, slide in a minivan
bright future, i got plenty plans
beat up the p+ssy, i got tyson hands
broke n+gga eatin’ raisin bran (that sh+t good asf tho)
got lil’ boys wanna hold my hand
i told you i’m cool, n+gga, like a fan
kaine wick and i f+cked up the pan
tryna travel, n+gga, go to j+pan
tryna [?]
five+minute freestyle, i did this sh+t, n+gga, ’cause i can
[outro]
y’all n+ggas don’t know how it feel to lose somebody, n+gga (you feel me?)
my brother went out a legend though, goon (oh+oh+oh, oh+oh+oh)
you dig, dig
that goonrich sh+t, long live my brother, i ain’t goin’ for sh+t, nada



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