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kuniva – bailey’s in bangkok lyrics

[intro]
yea
yo n-ggas come up to me all the time and sh-t man
like yo, yo dawg where you be at?
you don’t be out here like that
sh-t i’m like i be out here
i just don’t be in the spot y’all be in
i’m thinking of a whole different perspective homie
you thinking i’m in the club down the street
i’m halfway across the world dawg
sipping some bailey’s in bangkok homie

[verse 1]
label me your favorite underdog as fly as every one of y’all
n-ggas feel awake cause i don’t try to chill up under y’all
spot a bad b-tch and push up on her like a wonder bra
run her and after i get some plays then i punt her off
money’s my motivation but it can never rule me
snakes slither like scotty with nino in that p-ssy
you ain’t f-cking with yours truly
grind me to the death
like gunner man taking his last breath
touching an uzi
rock-a-bye baby
why am i so shady?
why is it when i visit yo b-tch she goes crazy?
couldn’t check this east side off of me if you paid me
hernandez and i out to the cop car, yo they hate me
dookie link with the cane hanging out the derango
you be getting robbed, unchained, they call you django
i don’t speak on zimmerman, n-ggas know how the game goes
skittles inside the barrel of his mouth, taste the rainbow

[chorus]
rappers come and go i’ll be posted here in the same spot
murder me and we don’t be playing, letting the gangs pop
i’m a different fabric, yo we ain’t cut from the same cloth
tripping with some b-tches while sipping bailey’s in bangkok
bailey’s up in bangkok?
f-ck, that was the gangs’ spot
i don’t do c0ke raps so i ain’t about the name drop
i be up in every single spot that you lames not
tripping with some b-tches while sipping bailey’s in bangkok

[verse 2]
somebody better tell that f-ck n-gga to chill
i really know them streets, yo i know them n-ggas for real
you ain’t a k!ller you just around some n-ggas who k!ll
so don’t mistake yourself for a n-gga that really will
you’s an og groupie, but i’m respected by them
how you justify yourself being a low key floozy?
you living like a movie looking real goofy
double barrel smoking like some twin doolies hanging from the ride
banging by my side brought a line
iron high transform
columbine, type a tragedy up in your man’s dorm
whiskey sipping, jack tripping spring up from the back seats clap beach
and turn the scenery to jack reacher
real sh-t banging up out your speaker
finger popping your broad until she leak
then hook up the bra with the c cup
f-ck you looking crazy at me for?
p-ss the weed bruh
get your dough and cheese we softly divide the pizza

[verse 3]
i’m just another cat rapping from the east you should applaud me
could have been pulling ‘raris on your mommy with a tommy
instead i chose another route almost went to the army
psychologically no telling how uncle sam would have harmed me
was better of walking the streets
dealing with beef
chilling with heat
bodies laying still in the sheets
losing homies, feeling the grief
busy fighting my war, mentally and physically
more focused than clubber lang, rocky 3, mr. t
stand alone on my own, just me and my trusty grown
when its on, bullets dance around n-ggas like puffy cones
shut the studio as quick as making the band
all on your head like miguel when jumping over some fans
i am still the man, just more improved with a plan
nothing to f-ck with like the clan, you know, the wu n-gga
i been here who are you n-ggas
i barely can relate and vibe with all you new n-ggas

- kuniva lyrics

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