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duckie mrpoetry - bitw lyrics

weed and the booze yea
i ain’t think i need no autotune on this (yea)
aw f-ck!
when its blood in the water (woa)(yea)(uh huh)

(verse 1 : duckie mrpoetry)
yea, ha
just me and my crew yea
got weed and the brews yea
sand and the sea woa
reside by the view yea
what you gon’ do with us blood?
grams of the goo in the lungs
what you gon’ do when its blood?
slide on a dude n-gga lunch
private i move when i want yea
lighting up two of the blunts
no sprite n-ggas using the punch
no knives n-ggas using the guns
blood in the water, contaminate all earth
we the degenerates who gonna level it tuck in your daughter
stay close to my bros , they hating and i know
exhaling it out of the grabba
australia right to bahamas
rest in peace shenandoah, im standing on 10 like a mat at door
n-ggas on bull like a matador, i had to switch up the cate-
gory it could get if they battle more
riding the beat like a saddled horse
he was hitting her line yea she had a call
i was tapping that -ss like a paddle board
lil’ bro on the track from the outback
lil’ bro on the track with a big wave
i’m just trynna get a stack make her drop that
really only need a guiness and the good grade
who flying high with me? n-gga timing is the key
we don’t really pop no bean, turkey bags without the seeds
i dont even need a hook, we just let that b-tch breathe n-gga
put it on my g’s n-gga this was just a free n-gga woa
mrpoetry

(verse 2 : noadge)
b-tch i’m feeling fresh
i am lil nx
i’m feelin fly
i chop up the best
so best not test
you gonna die
murdering up the track
you stabbed my back
that is no lie
that is no lie
that is no
tick tock on the clock let this burn
put it up in the middle this my turn
one sec to you i’m a concern
alright now what did we learn
running around with a knife in my hand
pushing the pushing the knife in the land
i was a kid making fun as my plan
f-cking sh-t up at the age around 10
what you do
making me feel like i’m acting new
f-ck this, f-ck that, f-ck you
i’m making bl–dy stew
my b-tch be acting blue
said that she act a fool
-ss fat use it like a tool
she stuck on me like glue
man f-ck i’m bout it tho

mothaf-cka need a bag just to munt
that’s nasty
but we p-ssing the blunt
to dead to be asking a bunch
but all these motherf-ckers keep on asking for lunch
im eating
p-ssed out bleeding
the water red, no steep end
your b-tch be always creeping
nah f-ck this sh-t i’m leaving
i’m gone

what it do it’s what it do
aye aye
what it do it’s what it do
aye aye

- duckie mrpoetry lyrics

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