Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Surrender , by - Duwap Kaine. Release date: 14.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Surrender |
| Put me on this Earth |
| He put me on this Earth, yes, he put me on this Earth |
| God put me on this Earth to get this green, get this green |
| God put me on this Earth to help my team, help my team |
| God put me on this Earth so I get on my knees, get on my knees |
| God put her on this Earth so she on her knees, so she on her knees |
| God put me on this Earth to do good deeds, deeds |
| God said slow down and stop sipping that lean, please |
| Got a |
| from the seventies like it’s Grease, Grease |
| And you know I’m anti, I don’t fuck with police, nah |
| And let me tell you one thing, I’m about my cheese, no rat |
| I’m serving all the pack but I ain’t talking 'bout Scat |
| I pass the gun and then watch him hop up out the back |
| Every time I take a break, they like, «Damn, Duwap, he back» |
| A real project baby, I feel like I’m |
| I’m fucking on your ho, that street nigga payback |
| I’m shopping with my broke friends, and they like, «I won’t pay that» |
| Shut the fuck up, ain’t nobody ask that |
| Bad lil' bitch pulled out the latex |
| You stupid ass bitch, why you chiefing past that? |
| Sliding that night, you gon' get that late text |
| That «Is he dead?» |
| text, «Oh he got hit with K» text |
| I’m smoking dinosaur, I might be smoking T-Rex |
| That choppa |
| my pockets on Tee Grizzley |
| I’m shooting with AR but in love with Kel-Tec |
| She saying that she wet |
| Boy you a bitch, you not a threat |
| I got killers in Carver Village |
| I got niggas in Carver dealing |
| And my grandma from the Westside |
| Westside, the best side |
| Still raised on the Southside |
| Baby girl, got that mouth wide |
| Niggas snitching, got they mouth wide |
| Go to church but I’m paying my ties |
| I was down bad but never needed a ride |
| She love my music and she say that I’m fine |
| Seeing the street life when I was five |
| Bitch nigga, don’t come on this side |
| See you in person, go eye-to-eye |
| Don’t let me catch an opp, nigga, on this side |
| Getting too high, every day I’m fried |
| Going through shit, got shit on my mind |
| We so tight, yeah, we got a bond |
| She only want me 'cause I ball like LeBron |
| Do I text back? |
| Should I respond? |
| She doing dumb like she went blonde |
| I’m a real artist, not a con |
| Got too much money, paying bonds |
| Smoking out pound, smoking out tons |
| I fuck with the kids, hope you raising funds |
| and the shit was |
| Hollow tip pop off his Corona mask |
| Drive through Atlanta in a damn C-Class |
| Dropped out of school, don’t wanna see class |
| My nephew, he bad |
| Real trap nigga, I don’t pay for ass |
| My nephew, he bad |
| Where do I start? |
| I’m all about cash |
| My shit so crazy, lil' bruh |
| Never in a drought, we just go dumb |
| Police real mad, they don’t know nun' |
| My niggas, in the head, they fucked up |
| All they thinking 'bout, redrum |
| I don’t got no money, temper tantrum |
| Too many sticks and we pulled up in a Phantom |
| Wock' and Tris, I dropped in my Fanta |
| I told my nephew I’m the real Santa |
| She eat healthy so eat my banana |
| When life hit hard, man, you gotta man up |
| Life hit hard, man, run them bands up |
| Put your guns up, I ain’t got my hands up |
| At my show, niggas got their hands up |
| Police kick the door down, «Put your hands up» |