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duke deuce, made men mafia & oj da juiceman - all white lyrics

[intro: lil thad]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (phew)
yeah (phew, phew), yeah (phew)
(duke deuce, duke deuce go crazy)
yeah (phew, phew), yeah

[chorus: lil thad]
all white forces, same color as the jersey (jersey)
copped a ‘bow for fifteen, charged the n+gga thirty (oh, ayy)
i’m in the trap, phew (hey), left that b+tch dirty (dirty)
brewster+ass n+gga keep on movin’, got me nervous (movin’, got me nervous)

[verse 1: oj da juiceman]
i just bought a brick for like fifteen thousand
gеt it to the credit, juiceman, monеy pilin’
cop a chicken, dog, young juiceman buyin’ slands (jam)
four rings on but i don’t own an audi (nope, ayy)
smokin’ up the gas, so my car kinda cloudy
trappin’ like a fool, but my profit thirty thousand (okay)
late night trappin’, servin’ out them public houses (servin’)
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, that’s a hundred thousand (ayy)

[verse 2: lil thad]
these brewster+ass n+ggas sittin’ on the couch, i’m servin’ (i’m servin’, serve, serve)
i’ma still make a play, i think i see the police lurkin’ (woo, woo)
all my opps some b+tches, i’ma go buy y’all some purses (purses)
i don’t need no pill to pop your b+tch+ass, n+gga poppin’ perkies (perkies, dumb+ass n+gga)
when i come up this time, that sh+t gon’ be personal (personal)
i hit up all your stash spots, you can’t even leave no work in there (work, work)
what you tryna pull up to the trap, b+tch, i’m the clerk in there (oh yeah, trap, trap)
i get on some hot sh+t, a hot boy just like turk and ‘nem (lil thad, lil thad)
[chorus: lil thad]
all white forces, same color as the jersey (jersey)
copped a ‘bow for fifteen, charged the n+gga thirty (oh)
i’m in the trap, phew, left that b+tch dirty (dirty)
brewster+ass n+gga keep on movin’, got me nervous (nervous)
all white forces, same color as the jersey (jersey, yeah)
copped a ‘bow for fifteen, charged the n+gga thirty (on go)
i’m in the trap, phew, left that b+tch dirty (dirty)
brewster+ass n+gga keep on movin’, got me nervous (nervous, nervous)

[verse 3: dubba g]
one false move (boom, boom), get hit with the four fifth (dummy)
put up on a magazine, gave that boy the whole clip
champagne knock his top off, trap get the rocks off
monday night servin’ raw, touch the dope, i get it off (hey)
plug don’t do man in the middle, contraband got compressed in my vehicle (boom, boom, yeah)
numerical my scale gon’ do numbers, we crashin’, but only for commas (yeah)
bomb in the hood, i’m osama (godd+mn)
note in my pocket like backs on some lama’s (yeah)
can’t get it off, why the f+ck would we front you? (yeah)
we servin’ gas from winter to summer (yeah)

[verse 4: duke deuce]
batman black forces, it’s all type of robbin’ (yeah)
lgbtq, ps in my closet (colors)
with some drug lords, so my money tall as hobbits (oh, oh)
black and white diamonds, got these b+tches d+ck hoppin’ (ayy, ayy)
supercharged engine, so the police can’t stop me (no)
neighbors down the street constantly tryna baller block me (yeah, go)
i should write a bible ’cause i’m all about a profit (yeah, yeah)
droppin’ ‘bows on my circle, you’d think it’s a mosh pit (what the f+ck)
[chorus: lil thad]
all white forces, same color as the jersey (jersey)
copped a ‘bow for fifteen, charged the n+gga thirty (oh)
i’m in the trap, phew, left that b+tch dirty (dirty)
brewster+ass n+gga keep on movin’, got me nervous (nervous)
all white forces, same color as the jersey (jersey, yeah)
copped a ‘bow for fifteen, charged the n+gga thirty (on go)
i’m in the trap, phew, left that b+tch dirty (dirty)
brewster+ass n+gga keep on movin’, got me nervous (nervous, nervous)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- duke deuce made men mafia oj da juiceman lyrics

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