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duke deuce – whole lotta lyrics

[intro]
yo ali
aye, aye
aye
what the f#ck
aye, aye
b#tch

[chorus]
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d#mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d#mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d#mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d#mn bottles
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m’s got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta

[verse]
whole lotta guala, f#cking on a model, hit em’ with the wand
call me harry potter, n#gga got a problem hit him with the choppa
[?] his ass up but i’m not a bottle
triple m the gang boy you can’t hang
n#gga, you a lame you should be ashamed, we are not the same
money over fame, sticking to the game stay up in your lane
riding with the f#cking top dropped, n#ggas still rocking reebok’s
[?] don’t tick#tock, if we don’t f#ck with you kick rocks
triple m got it on lock, [?] he hot
money [?], hold up f#ck n#gga think not
made man on some big bucks sh#t
disrespect get yo head bust b#tch
watching n#ggas on that suspect sh#t
hoe tripping shouldn’t have f#cked that b#tch
hot boy on some big tough sh#t
throwing sets like f#ck yo clique
[?]
n#gga mad cause i f#cked his b#tch

yeah i told y’all, motherf#cking n#ggas
you already know what’s going on
triple m, triple m, triple m n#gga
broke ass n#ggas can’t f#ck with them n#ggas
yeah b#tch you already know what’s going on n#gga
made man moving b#tch
black haven gang n#gga ain’t sh#t change
sh#t still the same

[verse 2]
yeah, snapping like a gator on a hater
imma player from the himalayas, n#gga you a saver i’m a slayer
got the city on my back like a saddle
money everywhere i’m at like a shadow
n#gga f#ck yo fame it don’t matter
throwing money in the club lets battle
yea, don’t make me send out some soldiers
they will come hunt you just like a vulture
name another n#gga colder
b#tch, i’m from memphis and i’m taking over
these boys keep f#cking my phone up
don’t need no pins b#tch i’m not a bowler
god keep [?] feel like the devil just keep getting closer
run it up, f#ck it up, call me up, get her [?], bust a nut [?]
f#ck around i’m a clown
chop her down hundred rounds all in the f#cking draco
on the gang, hitta gang, shooter gang
with the gang throwing signs out the window
back that, scratch that, n#gga had a set back
but a n#gga back like [?]
think i’m the sh#t like a fart, i keep the pump like a [?]
ain’t talking bad like [?], i f#ck your b#tch i’m a boss
holding it down like an anchor, black haven twisting up fingers
they say the city in danger, duke deuce keep dropping them

- duke deuce lyrics

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