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duke deuce – what you rep lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy
what the f+ck!
(g why you did it, you heard?)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
what you rep? what you rep?
what you rep? throw it up
what you rep? what you rep?
what you rep? throw it up
what you rep? what you rep?
what you rep? throw it up
what you rep? throw it up
what you rep? throw it up (what the f+ck!)
[verse 1]
tear the club up, throwing sets in they face (sets in they face)
d+mn, what a hater say, we having our way (having our way)
anybody get it, y’all hoes ain’t safe
had a 38 way back in the day (back in the day)
making easy money, pimpin’ hoes everyday (uh)
running through these hoes like the big freight train (uh)
triple m mafia, repping the gang
snitches get stitches, can’t f+ck with you lames (ayy, ayy)
slob on my kn+b, yeah, the windows
tinted (windows tinted)
she wanna snort blow, that’s cool, i ain’t
trippin’ (uh)
b+tch, i’m the king, i ain’t no motherf+ckin’ gimmick (ain’t no gimmick)
mouth shots, send him to the dentist minis
thumbing through a check, we getting it
plenty (plenty)
f+ck n+gga really want anna, i’m with it (with it)
triple m too thick, strictly on bullsh+t (uh, uh, uh)
b+tch you can tell that we really winning (uh, what the f+ck!)

[chorus]
what you rep? what you rep?
what you rep? throw it up (ayy, ayy)
what you rep? what you rep?
what you rep? throw it up
what you rep? what you rep?
what you rep? throw it up
what you rep? throw it up
what you rep? throw it up (what the f+ck!)
[verse 2]
uh, strapped with a mac and i’m booted up
we the ones, can’t be no two of us (two of us)
can’t f+ck what i f+ck, you ain’t cool
enough (cool enough)
i nut in her mouth and she threw it up (ugh)
i pulled in the hood and they threw it up (threw it up)
splurgen out, got me a newer truck (newer truck)
they scared, don’t want sh+t to do with
us (do with us)
we be them n+ggas that shoot it up (bah+bah, bah+bah)
you n+ggas ain’t gangsta, you super sus (super sus)
act just like some hoes, they switchin’
up (switchin’ up)
get caught by themselves, they gon’
give it up (give it up)
ayy, chill out lil’ bruh, you ain’t k!lling none (k!lling none)
unit stuffed in my baggies, the titties
tucked (titties tucked)
no molesting, you know you ain’t
touching us (touching us)
coming through, no masseuse, we gon’
touch ‘em up (touch ‘em up)
scream my adlib, they like, “what the f+ck!” (what the f+ck!)

- duke deuce lyrics

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