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Stupid

Album cover art for "Stupid" by F 8 K & Rookaa

F 8 K & Rookaa - Rap

Stupid

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February 4, 2022.

Lyrics

[Chorus: Rookaa] Glass full of wine Everything's divine I'm trying to escape My mind is gone [verse: F 8 K] Sneaky b*tch she tryna steal something you must be stupid Run me short we outside your mama house shooting that bliki Put the switch on that glizzy in seconds it shoot like 50 End up dead tryna play me you know ain't no rookie Doing good they tryna claim we cousins ain't Boogie Catch him lacking shoot at the stars I got a fully F*cked his bitch and gave her right back that p*ssy dookie Catch them niggas outside drop a body and that's a warning These n****s turned to divas Kylie Jenner that's a free kill Might not know her name but I could tell you how her throat feel B*tch got a fake ass but tryna tell me her tits real Gave the p*ssy up on the first night feel like a free meal Catch the p*ssy nigga lacking in traffic we go hawk him down Catch him lacking by himself huh we gon chalk him down For the right price slimey partners they gon' snake him out 40 got a drum, make you sleep like a lullaby [Chorus: Rookaa] Glass full of wine Everything's divine I'm trying to escape My mind is gone [verse: F 8 K] How you roll with killers but ain't never seen a body drop? How you never made a 100k but you selling rock? If rapping don't work back to knocking Ps on the block And I still got that 18 tucked on me like I'm Randy Moss Talking to the lord about that paper I'm tryna run it up Look into my eyes it's full of slimes I'm tryna find the love Choosing b*tches over the gang I had to cut him off Free 'em niggas stuck in that jam we tryna find the law Taking all these pills got me floating I done had enough Tryna get that i8 flex on niggas I'm finna drop the top Talking down on them b*tches but I'll still prolly fuck Shmurda dance on that p*ssy nah ain't tryna cuddle up Fuck the opps once he hit the floor I'm tryna send him up Talking down on them b*tches but I'll still prolly fuck Shmurda dance on that p*ssy nah ain't tryna cuddle up Fuck the opps once he hit the floor I'm tryna send him up [Chorus: F 8 K] Glass full of wine Everything's divine I'm trying to escape My mind is gone

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Credits

Writers
  • Raluca Dumitrescu
  • Femi Okusanya