Cypher (feat. Chiefed Samurai & Dripzyy)

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Daufin

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Yeah, ayy
DAUFIN in this cut, you know how it be
Yeah, she stylin' the cut, yeah
Ayy, yeah
How I pull inside the cut, you know I'm fresh to death
Young rockstar, punk kid like Megadeth
Feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger, cause I love to flex
Can't deal with the fakes, so I guess I must confess
That I am a turnt boy, I love to finesse
Skunky odor all on me when I be feelin' stressed
How I beat it up, I feel just like I'm Ron Artest
Your girlfriend gave me that down cause she love how I dress
Too turnt up, I need my vape, pull up fashionably late
When I smoke gas I gravitate, I got the sauce like marinade
I drip it like a naval ship, cocaine taste my nasal drip
I'm lit like the Vegas strip, hit a switchblade on my wrist
Takin' eight pills and I think that I'm booted
My brain is so fried I cannot compute it
Ima keep sippin' and hurting my liver till I need to go and remove it
Ima go buy me a castle that's deep in the woods cause I'm so reclusive
My gas so strong I was couch locked watching the TV muted
I let my shit imported but she built more like a Buick
You a novice, I already knew it, had your chance and then you blew it
Haters always pocket watching when we pull up, jaws are locking
I run D-bands like I was jogging, I am addicted to go shopping
I'm sippin' on this muddy concoction, take a sip but take precaution
My gas made me paralyzed like my name's Stephen Hawkins
Bad bitch ranked game Ivy League last she attended Hopkins
I'ma go roll up a baguette like sushi, then Ima order fruit from Kazuki
My blunt big like a sequoia, run these plays like Nishinoya
Ima need pills like I got paranoia, Ima skirt like Juan Pablo Montoya
I'm in space like John Boyega, fancy wrist is not Omega
I've been sippin' dirty faygo, smash bad hoes from San Diego
My brain fried like Sam's emperor, rich white girl she from Ventura
I'm off of Xanny, mix it with brandy
I'm off the coke, my dick in her throat
I'm off an Addy, I eat it like candy
How I'm rockin' now, bitch I feel like Motley Crue
My boots black but my hundreds are blue
I be flexin' so damn hard you think I'm Terry Crews
Steady drippin', she ride me like I was a canoe
Air gang in the cut
She sour in the cut, lil' bitch
Uncle DAUFIN on the beat, it's a classic
Got a freako on me doin' backflips
Move on to the next one, it's a habit
I'm shootin' all my shots, no I do not pass it
Scored on three bad bitches, that's a hat trick
I can't cuff these hoes, they actin' all ratchet
I'm bouta f*ck up this beat like I'm Savage
What
I'm bouta f*ck up this beat like I'm, like I'm
I don't want her if she average, bout my greens, I smoke the cabbage
Fucked her good, she call me daddy, up all night I pop the Addy
Pop the molly, got me happy, sip the lean, I sound all raspy
I don't call her, got all sassy, f*ck these hoes I want them classy
And I'm smokin' a blunt and I'm leavin' it ashy
She all on my dick and she leave it all nasty
Got so many hoes I could start a rally
Show me the money, I'll take that shit gladly
What
Gang, I ride for the bros till I die
No feelings, don't care if you cry
Keep it real and don't tell no lies
Ima f*ck her just for one time
And I pass to the bros, that's a dime
You can knock me, I'm on my grind
I'm thuggin' like I'm in slime, slat, slat

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