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billionaire black, king yella & fbg duck - ooouuu (remix) lyrics

[intro: billionaire black]
…what’s going on
yeah, i’m smokin’ a lil’ ‘woods, feelin’ a lil’ good
you understand, b+tch? (h+ll nah)
(on my baby, though, i don’t even do this type of sh+t)
yella, what up, bl++dy? (gang)
3, what up, bl++dy?
(mama, kasaun at it again)
let’s get it

[verse 1: billionaire black]
yeah, they talkin’ like a b+tch do (like a b+tch do)
subzero bars, billy got a sick flow (i got a sick flow, d+mn)
yeah, that’s your girl, that’s your b+tch, though (that’s your b+tch, though)
she sucked my d+ck and you give that girl a kiss, though (she eatin’ d+ck, though)
three grams, i’m smokin’ big dope (i’m smokin’ big dope, woo)
twelve hundred on this fit, though (we run it up)
could’ve put a rollie on my wrist, though (yeah)
got your goin’ up and down like a ‘6+4 (‘6+4, yeah)
who is dude? never heard of you (dumbass)
draco turn his car ‘to a convertible (grrlaow)
i hang with real k!llers that’ll murder you (gang)
toe tag, body bag, closed curtain dudе (gang, gang, gang+gang)
bars off the head, n+gga, ayy (off the hеad, n+gga)
disrespect the gang, you a dead n+gga (he a dead man)
we’ll fill you up with lead, n+gga (that’s that lead, man)
nina ross spit, watch that bullet hit his dreads, n+gga (i hit his dreads, d+mn, woo)
real k!llers in my circle (in my circle)
off that molly, i be geeked up like urkel (like urkel)
pull up on him, dirty 30, have him murk you (glaow, glaow)
look, thirty hangin’ out no curfew, uh (no, no, woah)
and your b+tch steady callin’ me, uh (why she callin’ me?)
said why your b+tch steady stalkin’ me? (that lil’ b+tch stalkin’ me)
b+tch know i’m ballin’ (billy ballin’)
and what i call her? (what?) i call her awesome jawsome
[interlude 1: billionaire black & king yella]
ooouuu
on my baby, though
that b+tch suck d+ck like she ain’t got no throat, on foe ‘nem grave
billy, why you do that?
ooh, she a fool with that head, hehe
ooh, lil’ nasty b+tch

[verse 2: king yella]
i’m gettin’ money, so they hate, though (b+tch, i hate, though)
n+ggas cuffin’, need a cape, though (ooh)
i’m in traffic with the choppers and they draco (brrt)
steel’ll wet a n+gga up like maco (ooh)
diamonds dancin’ like white crystals (brr)
leave you p+ssies bleedin’ like menstruals (d+mn)
i had to go and k!ll an instrumental (huh?)
saucin’ in this b+tch, she got potential (ooh)
hundred+shot, up that b+tch, and knock your sh+t through (brrat, brrat, brrat)
f+ck a record deal ’cause rappers really g+y, n+gga (y’all be shakin’ boots)
still sellin’ eight+b+lls on the trey, n+gga (ada block, n+gga)
and i don’t f+ck around with you snake n+ggas (at all)
maserati with the rakes, got my cake up (bands up)
twenty thousand for this rollie, no jacob (ooh)
fifth of rémy got me feelin’ like the weight up (huh? huh?)
the way she put that ass in the air, got my snake up
[interlude 2: king yella & fbg duck]
ooouuu
[?]
i don’t want you
ayy, n+gga, i wasn’t done ’cause
ooouuu
turn up (turn up), turn up (turn up, turn up)
gang+gang

[verse 3: fbg duck]
ayy, yo, billy, why they playin’ with me? (playin’ with me)
like they don’t know i keep the f&n with me (glaow)
like i don’t got three k!llers in this van with me (woo)
drum start goin’ off, you’ll think i got a band with me (brrt, ‘rrah)
ayy, yo, lil moe, where the dope smoke? (where the dope?)
ayy, yella, pass me my pole, bro (my pole, bro)
’cause n+ggas talkin’ all this goofy sh+t (goofy)
when i really know they don’t want no smoke (no smoke)
b+tch ask me is this sh+t i rap real? (is i rap real?)
i ask her, “is that sh+t up in your scalp real?” (b+tch)
n+ggas tweakin’, he gon’ get his cap peeled (bah)
why he tweakin’ when i know how her mouth feel (sh+t)
n+ggas stay tweakin’ over other b+tches, uh+uh (over other b+tches)
when me and my bros already f+cked them b+tches, uh (we done f+cked them b+tches)
i don’t even know how y’all really trust them b+tches, uh (goofy)
y’all n+ggas steady tryna cuff bussin’ b+tches (stupid)
i call my shooter, then he comin’ in a hurry (he thirsty)
i ain’t never seen my shooter so thirsty (so thirsty)
i could see it in his eyes he ain’t worried (never)
he was happy first time he put his hands on a thirty (brrt, ‘rrah)
63rd, yeah, i came from that block (st. lawrence)
h+ll nah, it ain’t no game on that block (st. lawrence)
you will get your ass changed on that block (st. lawrence)
n+ggas b+tches, so don’t really never came on that block (money)
[outro: fbg duck]
ooouuu, ooouuu (gang+gang)
like, how you n+ggas be in the streets if you never been to the zoo?
hahaha
ooouuu

- billionaire black king yella fbg duck lyrics

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