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duke deuce - crunk ain't dead mob lyrics

[intro: duke deuce]
(ayoza, you wrong for this sh#t), yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy)
yeah, yeah (what the f#ck?)
yeah, yeah

[chorus: duke deuce]
we ain’t scared, f#ck n#gga, we ain’t shook (h#ll nah)
we ain’t scared, f#ck n#gga, we ain’t shook (h#ll nah)
we ain’t scared, f#ck n#gga, we ain’t shook (h#ll nah)
we ain’t scared, f#ck n#gga, we ain’t shook (h#ll nah)
we could slide, motherf#cker, we could slide
we could slide, motherf#cker, we could slide
we could slide, motherf#cker, we could slide
we could slide, motherf#cker, we could slide (c)

[verse 1: duke deuce]
crazy young n#gga throwin’ gang signs (r)
real n#ggas run the floor, so it’s game time (u)
underground memphis sound universal now (n)
never scared, n#gga, nah, we ain’t standin’ down (k)
ak#47 weapon, you can meet your reverend (a)
ar pistols with them tecs, you can get your lesson (i)
don’t get stomped out in the club, b#tch, we insane (n)
n#gga, nah, you cannot hang, you ain’t gang gang (t)
ayy, we put you to test, so f#ck the rest, we standin’ on that (d)
triple#m#d#c#u, deep, k!llers on deck (e)
everybody gettin’ to the loot, we runnin’ up checks (a)
all hoes goin’, can’t fool me like that (d, yeah)
crunk ain’t dead mob, and b#tch, we dangerous (m, yeah)
them memphis n#ggas known for all this main sh#t (o, yeah)
boy, we stompin’ on your head for all that lame sh#t (b, yeah)
bossed up, but beat a b#tch n#gga brainless

[verse 2: lil yachty]
for my crips, don’t get dipped, ice all in my lip (r)
or a n#gga can’t be bought, but i stay with chips (u)
know d#mn well you ain’t gangster and you ain’t gon’ flip (n)
the discussion, wockhardt, no ‘tussin (woo, k)
‘ro, what we sell these n#ggas when they wanna sip (a)
tl, stomp ’em out in middle of phipps (i)
do not care or don’t spare, i might f#ck her bare (n)
i#g#g#a, where i is from, ga (let’s go, t)
i#t#t#l#e on all of my whips (title, d)
n#ggas be rentin’ all they whips, i can’t relate (e)
rated n#ggas tryna step to me, i’m so appalled (a)
b#tch, want some d#ck? then hit my line, i’m breakin’ walls (d)
santiago, that’s my shooter, and he tote a ruger (m)
in my bank account, that’s what you see, don’t see no thousands (o)
my god, but these n#ggas broke, wantin’ smoke (b)
more focused on the money, b#tch, your ass a joke

[verse 3: lil thad]
on my neck, if you play, on your head, a tec (r)
this sh#t real, if you play, these bullets, you gon’ fetch (u)
’bout to die ’bout some sh#t you don’t know nothin’ ’bout (n)
that’s [?][3:30] you chasin’ f#ckin’ clout (k)
behind your clique, we don’t f#ck with you, f#ck your crew (a)
plus what i’m smokin’ on, we’ll smoke your homie too (i)
ain’t gon’ play with your b#tch ass if you try big duke (n)
foreign drip up on my shoe, foreign drip the boot (t)
i’m too turnt with the extras, lil thad main stepper (d)
copped the glock, lil thad don’t keep no sh#ll catcher (e)
what your tank on, b#tch, let them n#ggas gas you up (a)
what your mama ’bout to say, that chopper pat you up (d)
that’s the mob, got too much, get your ass robbed (m)
after i stomp your b#tch ass, n#gga, no problem (o)
you wanna go against the gang, give you an opp special (b)
and if they ready to take you down, they call the top stretcher

- duke deuce lyrics

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