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stay up - subaiel 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

- subaiel lyrics

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