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kwa (rap) - been tippin lyrics

these b+tches joking
smoking on d+ck
and she choking
he piping you up cause he hoping
you make it before me
that n+gga ain’t even my homie
he lying on me like he know me
n+gga, you wish, say he a dog
he a b+tch
must be a hoe how he switch
n+gga who this
f+ck him, he icing my wrist
if he ain’t then you know i’ma dip
i had lint in my pockets
ain’t have no change in my wallet
get money, i change up the logic
really, it’s simple
popping my sh+t like a pimple
no matter, i gotta stay solid
gotta stay patient
i know thesе n+ggas be hating
they mad cause thе p+ssy be playing
yeah, i keep him waiting
cause if you ain’t l!cking no kitty
no sticky, bae what is you saying
huh
b+tches be capping
but we bout that action yeah
you gotta top that
trying to do better, but riding with honcho
don’t let a b+tch talk back
ayy they all out of sh+t they can say
tryna get money, then send them my way
n+ggas be broke as the f+ck, askin’ me to pull up
tryna f+ck, that’s the sh+t that i hate, like, yeah
weed in my backpack
d+mn b+tches was laughing at me
now i give them hoes something to laugh at
yeah
fake like you clapping for me
b+tch i might hurt your feelings
and clap back lil’ b+tch
pretty as f+ck i like hanging with thugs
i ain’t nick, but i beez where the trap at, d+mn
f+cking this n+gga, he checking for ops then he stop
he like bae, where the strap at
came up from nothing, i get what i’m wanting

i used to put forces in trash bags
but b+tches can’t walk in my shoes
think she my twin, she can’t do what i do
b+tch wanna be me and move how i move
i’m teaching these b+tches, let’s go back to school

like d+mn
i pledge allegiance that i’ma get money
and f+ck all that sh+t they be talking about, ayy
if a b+tch f+ck on your n+gga, then f+ck on her daddy
inside of her momma house, b+tch
they all out of sh+t they can say
if it’s bout money, then send it my way
n+ggas be broke as the f+ck, asking me to show love
in the club, that’s the sh+t that i hate, like, what
b+tch where the cash at
n+gga sayin’ you him
but i ain’t buying no drinks for my girl
that’s the sh+t that we laugh at, yeah
fake like you clapping for me
and i might hurt your feelings
you want me to clap back, nah
pretty as a f+ck, i like hanging with thugs
i ain’t nick, but i beez where the trap at, b+tch
f+ckin’ this n+gga, he checking for ops then he stop
he like, bae, where the strap at
came up from nothing, i get what i’m wanting

i used to put forces in trash bags, but
b+tches can’t walk in my shoes
think she my twin, she can’t do what i do
b+tch wanna be me and move how i move
i’m teaching these b+tches, let’s go back to school

ayy, weed in my backpack
b+tches was laughing at me
now i get them hoes something to laugh at
ayy, fake like you clapping for me, b+tch
i might hurt your feelings, i f+ck around, clap back
pretty as a f+ck, i like hanging with thugs
i ain’t nick, but i beez where the trap at

- kwa rap lyrics

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