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duke deuce - unload lyrics

[intro: duke deuce]
hitkidd, what it do mane?
what the f-ck
baow, baow

[chorus: duke deuce]
told y’all don’t f-ck with my folks
got me f-cked up, now it’s on
caught they -ss gon’ on the scrolls
hop out and let it unload
told y’all don’t f-ck with my folks
got me f-cked up, now it’s on
caught they -ss gon’ on the scrolls
hop out and let it unload
hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
told y’all don’t f-ck with my folks
got me f-cked up, now it’s on
caught they -ss gon’ on the scrolls
hop out and let it unload

[verse 1: duke deuce]
make one call, we gotta creep
we pullin’ up on your f-ckin’ street
n-gga got me f-cked up if you think he gon’ s-l-i-d-e
once your home b-tch find out bet they ain’t comin’ down for a f-ckin’ week
three y’all might be wolves, but the rest of them n-ggas, they f-ckin’ sheep
ten toes on my feet, huh, put it on a g, huh
i won’t go out weak, huh, neiman with the heat, huh
big dog, ain’t no leash, huh, black haven, tennessee, huh
diamonds on my t–th, huh, piggies rest in peace, huh
leaches, robbers, dealers, k!llers
back in the day the whole hood was full of hitters
rather ride alone ’cause i don’t trust too many n-ggas
f-ck a middle finger, fl!ck ’em off with the pistol

[verse 2: offset]
hundred round on the draco
yeah, yeah, wipe that boy nose
hang out the car with the scope
i miss the head, well i caught the earlobe, yeah
most of these n-ggas be hoes
don’t fold, we stick to the code
my bankroll just growin’ up mold
pull up off in the peppermint rolls
these n-ggas around me ign’ant
gun your -ss down for a fifty
thirty round d-ck, n-gga l!ck it
this bentley coupe crawl like a cricket
we all we got but we wicked
they cl!ck it, cl!ck it, cl!ck it
i’m payin’ my lawyer two-fifty
the feds grabbed murk for extensions (free murk)
your b-tch all up in my mentions
but i think it’s a set-up, don’t hit it
the nawfside run the whole city
i got all-stars throwin’ me kitty
i get exhausted, sip and i feel it
my wrist made of frost, it’s straight out the frigid
my bro caught a body, the charge got acquitted
they lost the body, so what they did with it? (where?)

- duke deuce lyrics

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