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lirik lagu duke deuce - hits

[chorus: duke deuce]
i drop hits after hits after motherf-ckin’ hits
i got sticks after sticks after motherf-ckin’ sticks
f-ckin’ b-tch after b-tch after motherf-ckin’ b-tch
i’m the sh-t, i’m the sh-t, p-ssy n-gga i’m the sh-t, ayy
duke got hits after hits, uh
duke got stick after sticks, uh
duke gon’ b-tch after b-tch, uh
b-tch i’m duke deuce, i’m the sh-t, uh
duke got hits after hits, uh
duke got stick after sticks, uh
duke gon’ b-tch after b-tch, uh
b-tch i’m duke deuce, i’m the sh-t, ayy

[verse 1: duke deuce]
i got hits on hits, ’bout my dough, that’s it
b-tch get off my d-ck, i gots to get rich
memphis on enrage, we got straps for days
infested with gangs, gon’ respect my name
b-tch i’m on as f-ck, i got hoes to f-ck
slap her on the b-tt, ’til i bust a nut
if you ain’t from my hood you can get from ’round here
i’m a black haven gangster and i’m stepped around here
we don’t give a f-ck, b-tch we lit, get f-cked up
doughnuts in a truck, f-ck a light, we too buck
b-tch on b-tch on b-tch, and one me, and that’s it
took off on they -ss, now them m’s comin’ in, uh
f-ck the other side, all these guys gon’ ride
b-tches they gon’ ride, set you up and slide
gangster in my eyes, i won’t tell you lies
keep some on my side, in case you b-tches try

[verse 2: project pat]
i had the g-a-n-g-s-t-aer
i got cake b-tch, i got layers
foot on a b-tch, head like some slayers
draco with the drum, came with two pairs
a hood necessity, i got the recipe
can’t let no b-tch or no n-gga be stressin’ me
got hitters who will k!ll, don’t you be testin’ me
you be around the way, better be blessin’ me
ain’t no arguin’, my n-ggas robbin’
your b-tch double back, came through bobbin’
swallowin’, gobblin’, man she a goblin
ate up a n-gga’s d-ck like it was cobbler
open her legs, we all had to sock her
nut in her mouth, kick her out like soccer
back to the bread, back to the blocka
my n-ggas got dreads, wild like waka
north memphis, we’ll shoot at a copper
beat a b-tch homie if he is not proper
strapped with a chopper, or with a glocker
we gonna shoot first, that’s off the topper
crop of cali, that’s what we need
these hoes in heat, they need breedin’
goons are hungry, they need feedin’
gun to your head, ain’t no pleadin’
squeeze the trigger, you gon’ be bleedin’
we gon’ leave you, i’ma be seedin’
breathin’, flippin’, juggin’, and hustlin’
if it make money, we gon’ be musclin’
ain’t no tusslin’, we gon’ be bustin’
you owe me, ain’t no discussion
bullets at head, murder concussion
my n-gga, end of discussion

[verse 3: duke deuce]
c-ck back quick, then i shoot a b-tch
think sh-t sweet, you a stupid b-tch
duke keep some shooters like the president
they won’t hesitate to hit your residence
boy these n-ggas lame as f-ck and they can’t keep up
and we know you’re broke as f-ck, and you’re out of luck
i ain’t got time play no games, this ain’t jeopardy man
shoot them choppers with no aim, left right, left right, bang
gangster in me, not just on me, n-gga you’s a d-mn jabronie
i got green stuffed in pockets, bless me if i walk up on it
you a bum so if she let you hit, my n-gga i don’t want her
if some n-ggas call for me right now then i’ma go like tony
treat my pistol like i treat my d-ck ’cause i’ma keep it on me
nah i ain’t a crip, but you n-ggas gotta see me on me
miss me with that f-ck sh-t, talkin’ down, get bucked quick
talkin’ like a groupie b-tch, miss me with that sucker sh-t

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