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duwap kaine – pouring codeine (extended) lyrics

[intro]
absolutely

[verse 1]
all you n-ggas act like hoes, ’cause you know i got yo’ hoe
i be counting up my rolls, give a d-mn about a hoe
see the cops i gotta go, ’bout to take a backroad
i be at the citgo, everything for the low
taxin’ n-ggas out they money, i feel like i’m uncle sam
i don’t flex for you n-ggas, i be flexin’ for the gram
took his b-tch then i f-cked her, bet i f-cked her right on cam
finesse n-ggas out they money, that’s exactly who i am
you say you a trap n-gga, you can’t even whip a brick
you say you a real n-gga, explain how i took yo’ sh-t
why your b-tch on my d-ck, that’s supposed to be yo’ b-tch
she just want a trap n-gga and she like me ’cause i’m rich
i can never be a hoe and i put that on my soul
all my n-ggas on the road, take my chain i gotta blow
i be countin’ bankrolls, sellin’ bricks by the sto’
i be at your corner sto’, catch me by the citgo
shawty bad, she so fine, she gon’ hop in the ride
f-ck the police they some hoes, i can’t even be outside
b-tch my diamonds, they be dancin’
boy i’m clean just like some tide
if finessin’ was a crime, would of had to do some time
three grams in the wood, i can smoke it by myself
speedin’ in a f-ckin’ bimmer, boy your -ss gon’ get left
i got thirty-three rounds, so i do not need no help
sprayed the pistol at his face, then i ask him how it felt
b-tch, i’m tryna get designer, tryna rock a big belt
ben and jackson are my friends, i don’t trust n0body else
i be coolin’ in the crib, i been rollin up that dope
all my n-ggas want you dead, so they send shots with the scope

[bridge]
i send shots with the scope
you already know i sell dope by the citgo, that’s just how it go
and you know duwap kaine want some mo’
i swear to god i sell them packs just for the low

[verse 2]
ayy, n-ggas actin’ like some funny c-cks
see the police, do the bunny hop
got a lot of shots in my glock
stashed a hundred rounds, that won’t stop
i’ll never be in that field with you
i’ma have to keep it real with you
you’s a p-ssy n-gga sneak dissin’
so you better keep that steel with you
al-all you n-ggas act like hoes, ’cause you know i got yo’ hoe
i be totin’ on the glock, yeah, my glock it hold ’bout fo’
and i ain’t worried ’bout a opp ’cause my n-ggas down to blow
i be rollin’ off them pills, mix the molly wit’ the fo’
all my n-ggas on the block catchin’ bodies
i promise you i would never wife a thottie
and i be ballin’, i be ballin’ like i’m scottie
i f-cked yo’ hoe and i’m not finna say sorry

[outro]
po’ up that fo’, gotta pour up that fo’
po’ up that fo’, i gotta pour up that fo’
i’m done i want some more, i gotta pour up that fo’
po’ up that fo’, po’ up that fo’
po’ up that fo’, then i go take your hoe
pour up that fo’, that fo’

- duwap kaine lyrics

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