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since99 - walking puddle lyrics

[intro]
uh+huh (yeah)
okay (d+mn, jakesand)
okay, motherf+cker
okay

[verse]
he cannot afford to fill up his gas tank (no)
[?] i’m finna pull up in a tank (pew)
i ain’t totin’ any straps, but i’ma stab him with a shank (totin’ straps)
tryna get up on our level, you gon’ have to climb the ranks (b+tch)
if you add ’em like a [?] banks (banks, banks)
everyday i wake up to my dm’s sayin’ sh+t cranks
i just took a trip to london and they was callin’ me a w+nk
you a weird ass lil’ kid sayin’ “4/20 dank”
bruh, it’s 2020, why the f+ck you tryna still battle rap?
in my slim be talkin’ crazy, i’ma ask where the paddle at
i just caught one of my opps riding ’round in a pontiac
bustin’ bang plays all night, think i’m insomniac
in the eye of the swiper
i ain’t into fraud, but these ho’s ain’t either (swipe, swipe, swipe)
throwin’ bullets, b+tch, i feel like deshone kizer
i just lay with your b+tch and she wet, like a geyser
different attire, rockin’ amiri (yeah)
[?] ask questions like siri (yeah)
i mix the [?]
i cannot find the next bar, i’ma end the song (b+tch, what?)
no i won’t
ho’s on my line, adios (adios)
b+tch, i’m smokin’ on loud audio (audio)
keep on runnin’ from his opps, like it’s cardio
i just need a down to earth b+tch, not a party ho’
posted on the block like [?] (i’m posted on the block)
she be steady snortin’ on the [?]
what you gotta say?
i got three gl!cks on me, i’ma pull up with a k
said he ’boutta roll a three gram wood, it’s a j (three grams)
move like chris hansen, pull up where you stay (yeah)
i just got a ten band check, where is it? my pocket
fur up on the moncler, feel like davy crockett (davy crockett)
he thought he was the plug, but really he the socket
tryna box for the cheese, he ain’t even tryna cop it
caught this motherf+cker stealin’, had to hit him with the brass knuckle
i just ran up on an opp and i saw him usin’ bumble
and i ran up on my og, caught him wearin’ buckle
pour a deuce up in my berry, now i’m feelin’ like i’m huckle
tryied to sell me a bag of mid, i just had to chuckle
i just went and stopped a hurricane, my fit a walking puddle

- since99 lyrics

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