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duwap kaine – pain in a faygo lyrics

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she wanna get sh+t for free
no, you is not f+cking with me
[?], b+tch
draco, yes i bought a new stick but
f+ck violence, no i’m not using it
im just not out here shooting sh+t
i’m tryna get to the money, lil b+tch
you talk down, actin funny, lil b+tch
these n+ggas act like a female
they informants how they run and tell
smokin that dope and i got clientele
gettin money n+gga i know you can tell
cause i walk in fresh as h+ll
got outta jail, thank god for the bail
and you drop, but you know it won’t sell
on sunday, b+tch i’m still getting mail
my jordan shoelace say shoelace
that’s how you know i’m rocking off+white today
baby got me feeling myself
let’s go out to eat, she wanna do something else
babygirl tryna f+word
but she said f+ck me, so it’s f+ck her
b+tch better move ‘fore i uppercut her
drac get to eating sh+t, n+gga , supper
[?] rap about guns, but its kinda habit (d+mn)
wockhardt, got a habit
kicked her out, now she calling her daddy
b+tch knew she f+cked up when i gave her the addy
b+tch knew she f+cked up when i gave her the addy
n+ggas be hating, sadly
i’m counting up cash, n+gga, yeah, gladly
i don’t wanna do sh+t if i ain’t counting up cash
i don’t wanna do sh+t if i ain’t counting up cash
i like making music, give a f+ck about the bag
just like yo mama’s groceries, b+tch, i’m always in the bag
i ain’t going out sad
make my mom and dad proud, glad
she got me hypnotized, she keep on shaking that ass
[?] when you throwing it back
how you know that i was into that
she got an animal, i play with her cat
[?]
see, you claim you a real n+gga
i ain’t never sat down, put in pape with you
all i’m sayin, i can’t fake kick sh+t with n+ggas
f+ck that, i don’t even like n+ggas
i skip school, ride a bike with you
you know i don’t owe a n+gga sh+t
lotta lean, so i’m steady pouring sh+t
promethazine, you know we scoring sh+t
n+gga, my life don’t need a boring b+tch
get cooked like a stove boil, b+tch
what is that in yo mouth? tinfoil, b+tch
pull up and beat a thot, don’t spoil it
then they gon treat you like you santa
you know your broke ass not having that
sipping that fake sh+t, you have a heart attack
wearing them fake trues, where yo mama at
i feel like goon i trap out the 80s
[?] mercedes
i got a bad b+tch and a lady
i pour my pain up in a faygo



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