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duwap kaine – stalker lyrics

[chorus]
got that gl!ck at the [?] show, i really think they scared to book me
s+x drive so high, yeah i drove for the p+ssy
yeah i’m so high, yeah i’m smoking on cookie
boy just give me your tool, boy i shoulda known you was a rookie
serving the drank, get my shooter, yeah i send him to [?]
f+ck rap, man i’m all about money
in the trenches man, kick them in the stomach
f+ck school, i had hoes at homecoming

[verse]
f+ck these hoes, man they know how i’m coming
i chase the bag, n+gga that’s why i’m running
that choppa hit, and then look how its running
took his car, man he left his car running
i wiped his nose and i left his nose runny
good green, but its f+ckin’ up my tummy
shot at his face, turned him to a mummy
and that foreign go skrrt
trap sh+t, bring back hollister
my gun out, i don’t got no holster
southside, i’m a east coast third
f+ck that hoe, b+tch i don’t even know her
i’m real high smoking sour kosher
she wanna eat me up, yeah for sure
smoking dope for covid, n+gga i got the cure
smoking dope and that sh+t be so pure
i got crazy b+tches like i’m on jersey sure
i meant to say jersey shore
f+ck yo b+tch, yeah i’m f+ckin your wh0re
godd+mn man let me in the door
got ’bout 5 bricks, man i am the drug lord
trapping kingdom, we don’t got no d+mn swords
i’m in a truck but i don’t drive no d+mn ford
gotta text my b+tch back with a iphone cord
leave me the f+ck alone when i wanna record
bad b+tch but she could be yours
man f+ck the rulers, i’d rather do chores
drip sh+t, that’s that f+ckin’ dior
no dip sh+t, this ain’t no honda accord
white chalk yo ass, no chalk board
f+ck being real, you don’t get a reward
through the dash, look at the dashboard
this real fast, we don’t do honda accords
slime green dripping out of my pores
big mansion with some f+ckin’ marble floors
they just want that old flow (that old flow)
i see 12 like “oh no” (godd+mn)
i don’t f+ck with po+po
any real street n+gga know
look like a con, i’m lookin for gold
she said stop and i’m digging in her soul
pinky ring while i dig in my nose
f+ck with me, yeah she digging my clothes
shooting sh+t n+gga like i’m louieknows
i’m sipping lean, no i don’t do the rosé
she a [?] she tryna propose to me
tripping, man i ain’t even smoke today
i’m from the hood son, i ain’t come here
yeah, my n+ggas eating [?]
i got a bad b+tch in some lingerie
i told that d+mn b+tch “do my laundry”
i think them two cups is a part of me
i think them two hollow tips hit his artery
put me on when i step in the party
put me on with your b+tches, lil shawty
geeked up man i’m geeked out my body
foreign whip and that b+tch got a body
high as f+ck man i’m smoking on [?]
f+ck yo gang, f+ck yo whole d+mn posse
[outro]
chain shine, man it look a lil glossy
these n+ggas hate but they wanna copy
why 12 hate? just look how they watch me (damm)

- duwap kaine lyrics

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