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dukeee – southside dummy’s lyrics

intro
dukeee – one , one , one , one b-tch i’m pipped up geeked up i’m in this b-tch talking on this song right b-tch i’m pipped up geeked up i’m in this b-tch on this song

verse 1
dukeee – uh you know i ain’t playing with n0body got 4 , 5 sticks in a rari got 4 , 5 hoes in a lobby n-gga lying he ain’t pop n0body i be sliding with the heat they ain’t stop me every time i step out they watching keep sliding with my pole i’m wilding vvs’s dancing, shining b-tches calling b-tches crying he say he got heat but ain’t slide with that iron if rap take off i still won’t sign i’m too sauced up i’m dripping slime n-ggas be hating and b-tches keep lying take the top off the wraith and my young n-gga sliding hop out with the k hit his block one more time

(phew , phew, phew , phew)

verse 2
dukeee – shoot the party and his crib can’t hide now sat dead on the block with the 4 pound hit his momma now his home boys scared now ion rock that sh-t that’s dead now keep all my sticks don’t play round you was just getting f-cked on the playground now you flexing trying to get your face now

verse 3
luldaniel – n-gga say getty mob fell off cap ion f-ck with you n-ggas i ain’t giving out dap no post office you can get stamped though after i f-ck give me some of those stamps hoe jump off a cliff jump off a ramp hoe i’m a real trapper you ain’t been in that bando so many shots it sound like the gun range all these hoes be having that b-tt thang

luldaniel – getty mob ( ouu ) getty mob ( ouu ) getty mob ( ouu ) getty mob ( ouu ) getty mob ( ouu ) getty mob ( aye ) getty mob ( aye ) getty mob ( aye ) getty mob , getty mob , getty mob

verse 4
luldaniel – young n-ggas banging they twisting they fingers soon as the label call me imma hang up n-ggas getting caught trynna steal my sauce like plankton 220 for this zip what you thinking i got two 40’s in this b-tch that’s 80 i was 18 when i ran up 80 getty mob and duke drop hits back to back he tried to square up i dropped jit back to back no chiropractor who got my back? rainbow gang i got my strap

verse 5
dukeee – i’m in the stu with that stick on my lap i gave him the gas he ain’t know it was bap imma keep rapping til i’m on the map run down gang we taking ya strap i’m getting paid you taking a nap yo b-tch getting slayed and you trynna trap i came in to get the money off the dresser i already f-cked and you trynna impress her this big -ss k and it got a suppressor

verse 6
luldaniel – what gas? this a muf-cking tesla you a f-g i’m a muf-cking stepper money old like a muf-cking elder you a fan but you’ll never admit it keep playing get yo hoe -ss admitted molly fiend imma sow up the block now i’m rich as f-ck i spend my money on opps now he diss me he gone die by the spotify face shots it be hard to modify broke boy you a lame disqualified getty mob up that thang and rock a by f-ck her real good you know then tell her bye i got good sh-t you know send em by

dukeee – ( send that sh-t by jit , one , why the f-ck yall n-ggas keep playing , one , one , one , one , playing and get bl!cked up , they playing and we sticked up know what i’m saying let me talk my sh-t )

verse 7
dukeee – n-ggas be tripping this glock got extensions i be sliding kicking doors knocking off the hinges he tombout a rapper but doing that k!lling she think imma capper showed her how i’m living run in my trap better do the mission don’t play with me i am really bout the k!lling put a opp on a opp didn’t even want to mention get chopped get popped you run up in the kitchen

- dukeee lyrics

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