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brennan jones - duval lyrics

[intro]
yah
(that sh+t is f+ckin’ trash—)

[verse]
yeah, i miss my city, yeah, i miss duval (get the f+ck off the airway)
uh, uh, uh, send me that lo’, yeah i go, i blow at that mob! huh
stand up on top of my racks, hope i don’t fall, yuh
call up eli, tell that boy i got a mission (bi—b+tch!)
gon’ ‘head and send that drop, we don’t do that dissin’
i call my b+tch, yeah, i think she need some d+ckin’
in her mouth, yuh, i’m from the south, yuh
we don’t play that sh+t, we gon’ spin around
i got ties, yeah, i can’t leave ’em bound
i made a emo b+tch suck it, i don’t care ’bout yo’ pr+nouns
wear expensive drip, yeah, that sh+t you cannot pr+nounce
catch ’em lackin’, feel like a tiger, b+tch, i’m ready to pounce
yuh, yuh, yuh
smoke that sh+t by the ounce
i’m kickin’ that ho out thе house
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no red card, b+tch, i’m rеady to foul
and i don’t give a f+ck ’bout yo’ plans, ho, i need brain now
and i keep that toolie tucked up in my sterling ruby
and i can’t f+ck no groupie, walkin’ ’round, actin’ like they knew me
yeah, they see me goin’ up, now they act like they knew me
actin’ like they knew me, you don’t know me (n+gga!)
[outro]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

- brennan jones lyrics

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