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Masterpiece From God
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Duwap Kaine
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Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God I'm my own shooter so you know I keep that rock Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box When I got these bands man, niggas started actin' odd Smokin' on green thing I'm smokin' outside I be with the gang bitch, I be really with my squad Puttin' your trust in that bitch, nigga you're a retard Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart They be like "damn he make beats" I'm like yes I prod' Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud Swear to god this legit money, baby girl I ain't doin' no fraud Bitch my gang be shootin' shit, thеy don't need tripods Reminiscin' about bein' a kid when wе was on the i-Pods The way I'm doin' this shit, it ain't nun' to me man I'm doin' what I want and you doin' what you can You know that you a bitch if you even take that stand I got bad things in the club, I got shooters on command I'm a young black, rich nigga, I could make a hunnid' grand Your sound gon' fall of quicker, I might have a hunnid' plans Dark liquor or white liquor, it don't matter, it's in my hand She said "what the f*ck, you done turned into a alcoholic man" I'm like, hell nah, I just get lit, I just do it cause' I can Lambo truck nigga not no Ram This legal money I don't scam I'm up at five am, recordin' nun' but gems I'm up at five am, tryna' take out these stems I'm hoppin' in the ride but no I ain't no pimp No I ain't no pimp, but no I ain't no simp Smokin' dope that's him How could you be broke? Man you trim' All of my niggas, man all of my family, f*ck it [?] Niggas love fake, woulda' thought it was real Eat of your plate, baby takin' your meal Speedin' fast so I don't got no chill Got in a 360 windmill Yall ain't know dem' lil kids Pistol on me, yeah that lil' reel Hop in that whip for a thrill Bitch you cannot tell me how to feel Who was that nigga you f*ckin', forreal? You f*ckin' these niggas, oh that's how you feel? Choppa' hittin', where your Fortnite shield? My nephew say that he want [?] Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God I'm my own shooter so you know I keep that rock Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box When I got these bands man, niggas started actin' odd Smokin' on green thing I'm smokin' outside I be with the gang bitch, I be really with my squad Puttin' your trust in that bitch, nigga you're a retard Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart They be like "damn he make beats" I'm like yes I prod' Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud
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