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Duwap Kaine

Smelly

 

Smelly

(album: Friends Till The End - 2017)


Balling on these niggas, never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, with' these bands I'm flexing
Niggas know I'm flexing
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessing
This money shit is a blessing, smoking dope, never stressing
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexing on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly

Racks in my Louis pants, watch me do my Gucci dance
Sipping lean I'm a business man, riding round flexing with them bands
I be doing what a nigga please, you be doing what a nigga can
Riding round, feeling arrogant, shipping packs like the mail man
Gas under my hood, man, riding round feeling good, man
You wish you could, man, kush bag in my wood man
Try to finesse me, I wish you would, man
Know we got good gas and we got good xans
I had to come up, off of the come up
Purple lean in my double cup, off the dope, got me real up
Like tape, I'm real stuck, see twelve I buckle up
'Cause you know I got gas on me, I ain't getting locked up
Fuck twelve, I call the cell
Can't take no L, my diamonds take sail
And free my niggas, they ain't got no bail
I know that they stuck in the cell
Just got my rafs and I got them off Grailed
Just got a pack, put that shit in the mail
Walk in the court and I bet I won't tell
Gun on my hip and I know you can tell
Glock 12, But its fuck twelve
If I walk in your house then I'm shelled
Foreign whip, I be going fast, on the road I be leaving a trail
Bitch, I'm Kaine, do it ring a bell?
See a opp, then it's farewell, smoking gas by the steering wheel
Finesse his ass, I'm like "oh well"

Balling on these niggas, never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, with' these bands I'm flexing
Niggas know I'm flexing
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessing
This money shit is a blessing, smoking dope, never stressing
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexing on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly

done

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