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subaiel - stay up lyrics

[intro: wata]
woah, well sh+t
welp, time for me to rap, know what i’m sayin’?
sh+t on this beat real quick, f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
ay, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wha, ay, ay, ayy, yaaaah
(eekid!)

[verse 1: wata]
i’m back in this b+tch, i’m back in this b+tch
n+gga talk sh+t, n+gga, suck my d+ck
i got two twin glocks with a 4 and a 5, n+gga, kick that sh+t
you ain’t sh+t, you a bum ass n+gga
talk smack when you lack, you a dumb ass n+gga
bro talk sh+t with no gun, i pull up, you run
and then you a done ass n+gga
hit that n+gga with a bl!ck
i’m in the trap just like morty and rick
i got yo b+tch on my d+ck
she ride on my d+ck and she gone suck the tip
stay up, all of y’all n+ggas is made up
spanish ho counting the pesos
got a nerd n+gga stacking the legos

[verse 2: subaiel]
i stay up, i’m nocturnal
i got the bars like a n+gga writing in his journal
i’m so evil, infernal
i’mma slide up, pop yo ass just like a kernel
lil’ lil’ n+gga don’t wanna fight
i ride with a cooler stacked with bud light
sippin’ on modelo, you know i’m sittin’ right
you sippin’ on juice. sh+t got you tight
i’m just sitting here rapping this, all you lame ass n+gga here capping this
got yo b+tch ass right here and i’m smacking this
pop me a perc’ and diminish his happiness
that n+gga thought he was the sh+t
pulled up on his ass, young boy had dropped the bl!ck
i told ’em, “gimme that sh+t”
and the .556 left that n+gga spazzing in a ditch
[verse 3: wata]
ay, n+gga i’m going again
n+gga, i don’t f+ck with feds
but, the h+ll, n+gga you next
run up on that n+gga, that n+gga a p+ssy
n+gga say he a rapper even though he a rookie
love on that b+tch and i ride on her tushy
that n+gga proud that he just want a cookie
i got yo b+tch on my d+ck, b+tch on my c+ck
when i’m rappin’ this sh+t, i sip on that wock’
f+ck yo b+tch, take her real far
jump in the tv, that’s where i’m catchin’ the opps
bro said he a rapper, that n+gga ass
bro wanna talk sh+t, bro wanna bash
that n+gga a curse, n+gga black flash
pull up on his block, bro wanna dash
that n+gga a sucker, f+ckin yo b+tch from new york
and that b+tch wearin’ her b+tters
you look like chris tucker
lil’ bro wanna talk sh+t, leave ’em dead by the summer
bro still talkin’ sh+t, don’t know what he said
my n+ggas gone leave ’em in a death bed
empty the clip, throw ’em in the shed
his man on the side begging me for bread

[verse 4: subaiel]
b+tch, i’m coming again
coming like this all the time, ride with a .9
b+tch, i’m coming again
coming like this with the fye, i’m ready to die
ho, what’chu say? hold on, n+gga, what did you say?
come on, man, say it again
come with the q’s and p’s, reppin’ them big b’s
bet you won’t do it again
n+gga, we stay up, n+gga, we come with the k up
get to f+ckin’ a day up
get to setting them plays up, hit with the razor
that ripstik tear his face up
that n+gga trash, throw him in the bin
ecstasy all up in my benz
“i’m in lookout with all my friends!”
b+tch, i can’t be f+ckin’ with—
there go a b+tch from the south, deep south b+tch
every time i see her, yeah, she totin’ that crawfish
don’t seem like i can f+ck with no north b+tch
swing on that b+tch like a muf+ckin’ golf stick
all these clubs in a bag
n+gga, we don’t give a triple+double f+ck what you had
i’mma be chillin’ in this b+tch on a friday
confiscate a n+gga racks like it’s friday

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