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duke deuce - wtf! lyrics

[intro]
oldhauntie came through

[chorus]
n+gga, what the f+ck?! (huh?)
n+gga, what the f+ck?! (n+gga, what the f+ck?!)
b+tch, what the f+ck?! (what, what, what?)
b+tch, what the f+ck?! (b+tch, what the f+ck?!)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the (what?)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the f+ck?!
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the (what?)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the f+ck?!

[bridge]
shut the f+ck up
shut the f+ck up (b+tch), shut the f+ck up (stupid ho)
shut the f+ck up (b+tch), shut the f+ck up (stupid ho)
shut the f+ck up (b+tch), shut the f+ck up (stupid ho)
(what the f+ck?!)

[verse 1]
f+ck whoever don’t like this song, i crank this b+tch up by my own (ayy+ayy)
crunkstars in the f+ckin’ crowd, get buck, get wild, let’s go, let’s go (let’s go, let’s go)
i might jaw a n+gga just to show him i ain’t no f+ckin ho (no f+ckin ho)
i told wafi, “heavy on the ice, my pockets on f+ckin’ swole”
building my brand from the f+ckin’ ground up, you ain’t never gone see me fold (see me fold)
lame ass n+gga, we know y’all hatin’ on us, that’s why we f+ckin’ y’all hoes (f+ckin’ y’all hoes)
see my ice, she see my whip, the b+tch gon’ blow like good c4
i’m the gang, he the gang, she the gang, we the gang, sticking to them triple m codes
i don’t know n0body realer, i’m really eatin’ steaks with some muhf+ckin’ k!llers
you must want anna like miller
b+tch, i’m rich, i drop off the scriller to hitters
still on my toes like thriller
hoes by the two’s, one chocolate, and one is vanilla
and b+tch, i own all my cars, i ain’t nothin’ like these rap n+ggas
on god
[chorus]
n+gga, what the f+ck?! (huh?)
n+gga, what the f+ck?! (n+gga, what the f+ck?!)
b+tch, what the f+ck?! (what, what, what?)
b+tch, what the f+ck?! (b+tch, what the f+ck?!)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the (what?)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the f+ck?!
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the (what?)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the f+ck?!

[verse 2]
f+ck the laws, lil’ b+tch, i’m hot
c+ck the glock, get popped, get dropped
this not a hard top, this the drop (the drop)
put me on any beat, i bet i pop (i pop)
n+gga really talking like duke ain’t the hardest
rap game janitor, take out the garbage
styling, i can drip a shirt out of target
black and white money, i’m in everybody market
lacking never, gangsta forever
why pay a shooter? i can shoot the sh+t better
bottom plastic, the top is metal
shoot ’em, bow+bow, leave his soul in the weather
i did it, i done it, now tell me who better
don’t play with duke deuce, that’s a whole ‘nother level
wherever, whenever, pop sh+t on whoever
protected by god, but the choppa the devil (yeah, yeah)
two+toned pendant, but the center rose gold
leave your ho ’cause she might get stole
i was out late, you was under your ho
you ain’t got no grind, can’t meet your goals
everybody know i’m that n+gga, but don’t n0body know you, n+gga
money ain’t fall in my lap
half of these rappers ain’t winnin’ off trap, n+gga, we know you cap
n+ggas done threatened my life, i was still thinkin’ ’bout money
like n+ggas ain’t talkin’ bout nothin, you ain’t never even beat up nothin’
last time i checked, you a b+tch, you must turnt to a g or some
you too old to be trying to get rank
lil’ boy, sit down before you get spanked, b+tch
[chorus]
n+gga, what the f+ck?! (huh?)
n+gga, what the f+ck?! (n+gga, what the f+ck?!)
b+tch, what the f+ck?! (what, what, what?)
b+tch, what the f+ck?! (b+tch, what the f+ck?!)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the (what?)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the f+ck?!
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the (what?)
what the (huh?), what the (who?)
what the (what?), what the f+ck?!

- duke deuce lyrics

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