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Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Patavious Isom
Patavious Isom
Komponist:in
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
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Hitkidd
Hitkidd
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Lyrics

Hitkidd, what it do, man? What the fuck Baow, baow Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Make one call, we gotta creep We pullin' up on your fuckin' street Nigga got me fucked up if you think he gon' S-L-I-D-E Once your home bitch find out bet they ain't comin' down for a fuckin' week Three y'all might be wolves, but the rest of them niggas, they fuckin' sheep Ten toes on my feet, huh, put it on a G, huh I won't go out weak, huh, Neiman with the heat, huh Big dog, ain't no leash, huh, Black Haven, Tennessee, huh Diamonds on my teeth, huh, Piggies rest in peace, huh Leaches, robbers, dealers, killers Back in the day the whole hood was full of hitters Rather ride alone 'cause I don't trust too many niggas Fuck a middle finger, flick 'em off with the pistol Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Hundred round on the draco Yeah, yeah, wipe that boy nose Hang out the car with the scope I miss the head, well I caught the earlobe, yeah Most of these niggas be hoes Don't fold, we stick to the code My bankroll just growin' up mold Pull up off in the peppermint Rolls These niggas around me ign'ant Gun your ass down for a fifty Thirty round dick, nigga lick it This Bentley coupe crawl like a cricket We all we got but we wicked They click it, click it, click it I'm payin' my lawyer two-fifty The feds grabbed Murk for extensions (free Murk) Your bitch all up in my mentions But I think it's a set-up, don't hit it The Nawfside run the whole city I got all-stars throwin' me kitty I get exhausted, sip and I feel it My wrist made of frost, it's straight out the frigid My bro caught a body, the charge got acquitted They lost the body, so what they did with it? (where?) Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload Told y'all don't fuck with my folks Got me fucked up, now it's on Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls Hop out and let it unload
Writer(s): Patavious Lushun Isom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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