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f 8 k - stupid lyrics

stupid lyrics
[chorus: rookaa]
glass full of wine
everything’s divine
i’m trying to escape
my mind is gone

[verse: f 8 k]
sneaky b+tch she tryna steal something you must be stupid
run me short we outside your mama house shooting that bliki
put the switch on that glizzy in seconds it shoot like 50
end up dead tryna play me you know ain’t no rookie
doing good they tryna claim we cousins ain’t boogie
catch him lacking shoot at the stars i got a fully
f+cked his b+tch and gave her right back that p+ssy dookie
catch them n+ggas outside drop a body and that’s a warning
these n++++s turned to divas kylie jenner that’s a free k!ll
might not know her name but i could tell you how her throat feel
b+tch got a fake ass but tryna tell me her tits real
gave the p+ssy up on the first night feel like a free meal
catch the p+ssy n+gga lacking in traffic we go hawk him down
catch him lacking by himself huh we gon chalk him down
for the right price slimey partners they gon’ snake him out
40 got a drum, make you sleep like a lullaby

[chorus: rookaa]
glass full of wine
everything’s divine
i’m trying to escape
my mind is gone

[verse: f 8 k]
how you roll with k!llers but ain’t never seen a body drop?
how you never made a 100k but you selling rock?
if rapping don’t work back to knocking ps on the block
and i still got that 18 tucked on me like i’m randy moss
talking to the lord about that paper i’m tryna run it up
look into my eyes it’s full of slimes i’m tryna find the love
choosing b+tches over the gang i had to cut him off
free ‘em n+ggas stuck in that jam we tryna find the law
taking all these pills got me floating i done had enough
tryna get that i8 flex on n+ggas i’m finna drop the top
talking down on them b+tches but i’ll still prolly f+ck
shmurda dance on that p+ssy nah ain’t tryna cuddle up
f+ck the opps once he hit the floor i’m tryna send him up
talking down on them b+tches but i’ll still prolly f+ck
shmurda dance on that p+ssy nah ain’t tryna cuddle up
f+ck the opps once he hit the floor i’m tryna send him up

[chorus: f 8 k]
glass full of wine
everything’s divine
i’m trying to escape
my mind is gone

- f 8 k lyrics

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