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5am Freestyle (All Nighter) Lyrics - Artist : Duwap Kaine
I think I'ma call this shit (I'm finna call this shit "All Nighter")
"All Nighter" My nigga, it's five o'clock in the morning right now Can't even sleep (I don't know why I don't sleep) All my sleep deprived niggas, ride Going fast, Paul Walker I ain't have my strap, so I hit 'em with a walker And I got a fast car, no, I'm not a walker And I do this shit that I rap, I'm not a talker Look, I got the walker from my grandma Coolin' on the west side, nigga, R.I.P my grandma And I'm moving slow, like a muhfuckin' grandpa Face fucked up, man, I need to hit the damn spa Who the fuck got a charger in this bitch? Damn, my phone died Talking too much on FaceTime, she got me occupied And I rolled a fat-ass J, got me occupied The bitch so useless, she can't even cook a fuckin' pie She do everything wrong, nigga, she can't even fuckin' lie Police know I'm high when they look inside a nigga eye I don't fuck with bitches, lil' baby, it's just you and I And I'm real sorry when I really made you fuckin' cry (Goddamn) She say she need Perc' ten, yeah, her tabs low Look, and I got a dog at home, I gave it Alpo And I take shit, so, you could call me repo man And she said she a fan of me, so she stan And this blunt got me high as a bee, I can't stand I stand up for myself, 'cause I know I'm a man Can't stand up by myself 'cause the lean got me dead He don't like alcohol, but I put shots in his head He like, he like, "I fuckin' hate Hennessy" He don't fuck with none of that Hennessy shit He don't like CÎROC, Tequila Te-quill-a? How you pronounce that shit? I don't give a fuck, nigga (I don't give a fuck 'bout that shit) I sip Hi-Tech, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Look, Wockeisha, add that Wockeisha (Good drank) It's five thirty-three, nigga, I just be up (All nighter) Look, lil' bitch, that's that Wockeisha (All nighter) And I got a bad ass bitch named Keisha She want Italian food, she say "Pasta", I got a pizza Look, and I paint a picture with this Glock, Mona Lisa I think she think she Beyoncé since I called her a diva And that bitch talkin' 'bout nonsense, so it's so easy to leave her (Damn) Yeah, that Glock breathin' Niggas be sweet like sauce, nigga, Polynesian And I think there's pollen outside, 'cause a nigga sneezin' And I saw that I was sneezin', so I went to leanin' Look, come on, I got some Hi-Tech And I got a bitch that fix phones, she so high tech She asked me for money, I hope that was a high text She asked me for money, I don't like the concept Flex them fours, that's what I rep Choppa hit his ass, hit his throat, now he got strep Damn, damn, I don't sip green (I lowkey do) And I got a pint from Walgreens, I need seventeen All this ice on my neck, I'm the sailing team Three diamond chains on me Call it "Lil Boat 3" I'm from the four, I got niggas that rep six and three You bought them Off-White shoes but really, they some fuckin' cleats Sippin' on purple, like a nigga 'finna eat a beet (Fuckin' got a vegetable) Then I hopped in the studio, then I ate the beat Just be yourself, 'cause it's not okay to be street That bitch a vegan, 'cause she say she don't eat meat (Uh) Pull out that choppa, different ball game If I had a lil' brother, I'd go to his ball game Acne, Ksubi, I don't like Balmains She said "Buy me some rubies", she said that I'm balling Two Glocks, Max and Ruby You smoke Swishers, call you Nudy Pass the gas like "Excuse me" Yo' bitch say I'm a cutie Used to be at the Q-team In the A, smokin' on a QP After I finish this song, 'finna finish smokin' this doobie Slide on niggas up in vans, call me Scooby Pull out that Glock, then that shit get real spooky Damn, nigga, I really just shut down on it |
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