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adhduffie - mr. duffie lyrics

[intro]
ooh, what
duffie, uh uh uh
duffie too fresh, he be macking
got a burner on me it’s a mac 10 (seventeen)
he get shot, he get dropped, for that cappin’ (wat ooh)
if we see his chain, duffie gon’ sn+tch it (ok)

[chorus]
counting too many rack i’m the math professor
talking body bags put em’ on a stretcher
he be talking to much when he under pressure
my whole gang in the field, out in any weather
hunnind’ on the dash in a hemi’, (ooh)
they won’t let us in, cuz’ my bro got a semi (what)
we shoppin’ and spend every penny
i’m to fresh to death, she gon’ drop when she see me (ok ok)

[verse 1]
gang on my shirt we fa’eva steppin’
ian talkin’ too much got a smith & wesson
i just opened up class gotta’ teach a lesson
cuz’ i’m drippin’ too hard ian’ need a dressing (ok ok)
drop a bag on ya’ head that is not yo’ luck
we got more sh+lls then a taco truck
out the window no a/c’ yeah you better duck (fah fah)
take off a rocket i’m just goin’ up, (fah fah fah)
ion’ need her, if i call her right now, she gon’ slide like a visa
i’m in a fast 2 seater
if i come to yo’ block, it get wiped like katrina (uh)
and my wrist new freezer’
they gon’ play new song cuz’ it bang threw the speakerz’
i be too clean so they jock’ my demeanor
movin’ too fast so they call me a speeder (woah)
she tryna’ dub me and ima’ whole blue strip
wet that boy up like a crew ship
i got too glockies’, with 2 clips
my n+ggas pull up wit’ like 2 whips (ok ok)
and my n+ggas they ruthless
we comin’ thru’ with some broom sticks (fah fah)
and these n+ggas gon’ break too quick, (fah fah fah)
and it’s sum’ like a toothpick (seventeen)
an you kno’ i’m a goat ian’ mess up the song
told her quit buggin’, an leave me alone
feel like the king cuz’ im taking the throne
baby not needed my hoodie vlone’ (ok)
hunnid deep we be slidn’ like sleds, (ooh)
bust thru yo door we be lookin’ like feds’
brodie’ too slimey’, he slide with a tec’ (ooh) (ok, bah)
and it’s straight for ya’ neck
[chorus]
counting too many rack i’m the math professor
talking body bags put em’ on a stretcher
he be talking to much when he under pressure
my whole gang in the field, out in any weather
hunnind’ on the dash in a hemi’, (ooh)
they won’t let us in, cuz’ my bro got a semi (what)
we shoppin’ and spend every penny
i’m to fresh to death, she gon’ drop when she see me (ok ok)

[outro]
counting too many rack i’m the math professor
talking body bags put em’ on a stretcher
he be talking to much when he under pressure
my whole gang in the field, out in any weather
hunnind’ on the dash in a hemi’, (sheesh)
they won’t let us in, cuz’ my bro got a semi (what)
we shoppin’ and spend every penny
i’m to fresh to death, she gon’ drop when she see me (ok ok)

- adhduffie lyrics

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