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lirik lagu waffle house cup no straw – barely legal

waffle house cup no straw lyrics
[intro]
yeah, man
you already how it be and what it is and what it ain’t
a lot of n*ggas been hollering
talking, “what barely legal doing? what they doing?”
don’t worry about me, man
get worried about a check
i keep it ninety*two plus eight, you heard?
ain’t no one*oh*one, this a one hundred
straight like that
real central florida, tampa, 813, sunnyside sh*t, n*gga
straight like that
holla’ at your mama

[verse 1: kid dre]
i’m a big young stunna, stuntin’ like my d*mn daddy
and what’s really crazy, i don’t even know my daddy
gold cap fronts sitting on the wisdom t**th
posted at the bbq feeding trina some beef
whipping out the motorola, trapping out the toyota
barely legal, 813, real tampa soldiers
i was stepping in my vans, now i’m stomping in my timbs
just to show you lil’ n*ggas how a pimp get it in
a1 [?] sauce plastered on the gold chain
let it rain and clear it out chicken noodle, pinky ring
big poppa, top dollar, chicks holla’ when i drop
coke fiends at the door begging that they wanna cop
nike socks, laced up, d*ckie jeans, double cup
purple drank pouring, need a mop just to clean it up
holla’ at your boy when you see him in the streets
if you don’t, best believe your chick already eyeing me, playa
[bridge]
broke n*ggas, get that dookie out your drawers, man
this the first of the month
n*ggas is getting up, females is poppin’ out to the party
and it ain’t a thing but a cup of codeine
[?]
lay your ass down [?]

[verse 2: jø]
we in the waffle house, sipping h*lla ounces of that lean
then they came around and let me down, ashamed of how we live
man, them knuckle heads ain’t bucking sh*t
you heard what they did?
n*gga was inside the side the house, tryna take a p*ss
and his ass got clipped
n*ggas ducking, dodging, camouflaging, hiding off the rip
bustdowns and ménages, i was into thousands and them zips
she hairy monkey and her hair all crunchy like some chips
and it’s h*lla funky, gave that hoe some money, told her dip
and i hate sports, we done shot the court up above the rim
better play your part
trying hard to jump with sharks, can’t even swim
n*gga, you rice krispie camry with your b*tch
she tryna get right wit me
counting hundreds at the light, and it’s on sight
’cause dre got sniper with him
[outro]
two times on a m*th*f*cka
two times on a m*th*f*cka
get right with your boy
middle finger for a motherf*cka
flipping packs we don’t match that, homie, we just sell pack
and n*gga, i don’t rap cap
and if you do best believe we gon put ya in a nap sack
two times on a m*th*f*cka
two times on a m*th*f*cka
get right with your boy
middle finger for a motherf*cka
flipping packs we don’t match that, homie, we just sell pack
and n*gga, i don’t rap cap
and if you do best believe we gon put ya in a nap sack
two times on a m*th*f*cka
two times on a m*th*f*cka
n*gga, what you say boy?

- barely legal

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