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lirik lagu ak tarantino & d.b chapo - stupid music

[chorus: ak tarantino]
ayy, bad b~tch, she gon’ run it back like a runnin’ back
in the trap, a hunnid bands on the dresser, i’m thumbin’ racks
another batch, i hit the plug, i need another pack
gold plaque, tinted windows on the hummer, i move like a bat
i be with them k!llers, hoppin’ out one, and they do it to ya
uzi boomin’ out the cut, i’ll have a surgeon do it
shoot a movie, stanley kubrick, we gon’ do it, my life like the goonies
me and chapo cookin’ sh~t, then makin’ stupid music

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
ayy, yeah, we makin’ stupid music, got the bandlab on the phone
‘member rockin’ levi jeans, now them amiris fillеd with bowls
i been poppin’ on my own, that switchy drac’ take out your bones
sh~t, i feel just like thе mailman, duffel bag got paper loads
sh~t, i feel like i’m [?], smoke the whole world, took the soul
i been poppin’ back~to~back, sound like i’m c~ckin’ back the pole
pour a four up in cream soda fanta i got from the store
ttg, just know them brothers tryna, huh, tryna go
b~tch, i said respect the game before this [?] touch your dome
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, i said respect the game
snortin’ lines of coke, ain’t think you’d ever be the same, yeah
took a can of coke, and mixed the wock’ inside the drink
i took fifty off the drum, and then i pulled the poker chain (d~mn)

[interlude: d.b chapo]
ayy, drugs all in my body (what you say?)
yeah, yeah, drugs all in my body (okay)
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (okay)
[verse 2: d.b chapo]
drugs all in my body, i’m tryna fit the [?]
i don’t want ’em anymore, i wanna get closer to the pape’ (yeah, i do)
all this f~ckin’ act’ up in the cup, i want the drank
yeah, i mixed it up too much, and now i feel like i’ma faint
ayy, shaquille o’neal, i’m ballin’, i’m tryna stay up in the paint
it wrap around the block so many times like it’s a figure~eight
yeah, i can’t be satisfied when i be comin’ in last place
(no, i can’t) ayy, ayy, no, i can’t
yeah, i said i got a big gun, but i…hold on
ayy, said i got a big gun, but i brought the uzi too
and yeah, i’m at the drive~thru window, money put that [?] through it, b~tch
tipsy at the bar, i’m ’bout to make shaboozey music
sip a pint of wock’, i’m ’bout to down the smoothie fluid
all this drip work in my body, this sh~t hydrotherapeutic, hoe

[chorus: ak tarantino]
like a runnin’ back
in the trap, a hunnid bands on the dresser, i’m thumbin’ racks
another batch, i hit the plug, i need another pack
gold plaque, tinted windows on the hummer, i move like a bat
i be with them k!llers, hoppin’ out one, and they do it to ya
uzi boomin’ out the cut, i’ll have a surgeon do it
shoot a movie, stanley kubrick, we gon’ do it, my life like the goonies
me and chapo cookin’ sh~t, then makin’ stupid music
[verse 3: ak tarantino]
ayy, me and chapo cookin’ up, always on some brand~new sh~t
i just bought a rocket, i see bm on your bando, b~tch
look around your block, and i see peons that you hangin’ with
i park it on your driveway, then i beat you like how ‘lando did
then i beat you like who ‘lando did
pulled a poker shake up out my pocket, i’ma poke ’em all
candy painted red and white, my whip built like a poké ball
life feel like a basketball game, you gon’ make it, throw the ball
countin’ up the green like it’s piccolo, i dragon ball z your b~tch
this the type of sh~t that make you wanna fight and ball your fists
hit granny up, buildin’ houses when she seen all of my sticks
told that b~tch just like it’s slavery when she seen all my whips
she seen i’ma hop up out the cut with that [?], then let it bust
i hop up out the [?], the [?] gon’ cut the bread off her crust
i hop up in the four~wheeler then pop a wheelie, ain’t a stunt

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