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duvy - karate chop lyrics

[intro: duvy]
this sh+t off the top, man
but you already knew that
grrrt

[chorus: duvy]
glock life, block life, yeah
f+ck what it was
test your luck, heat him up
don’t give no f+cks
ride ’round, you know what it was
like my brother say, “we the real clean up”
we play offense, youngings d up
free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
send shots to them, f+ck with opps, we leave ’em

[verse 1: duvy]
can i put some drank in a two+liter?
had to quit the percs, it had me mad for no reason
and i’m out here steppin’ on sh+t, yeah, bronem geekin’
if she ain’t tryn’ hit, that b+tch shе leaving
shoutout my dawg, pressin’
i thought this drank gon’ help dеpression
wonder where they left that n+gga? yeah, they stretched him
only thing i’m hiding from, yeah, is nine+eleven
still run these streets with my g+27
brodie send that n+gga up, grrr+rrt, to heaven
don’t know ’bout boy, i heard that n+gga he was tellin’
still f+ck the opps, forgot to mention
[chorus: duvy]
glock life, block life, yeah
f+ck what it was
test your luck, heat him up
don’t give no f+cks
ride ’round, you know what it was
like my brother say, “we the real clean up”
we play offense, youngings d up
free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
send shots to them, f+ck with opps, we leave ’em

[verse 2: s dawg]
we had to grind, get it to shine
we’re in a four+seater with bronem
tired of lies, fake cries
been under war for fiction
been on the jane, n+ggas lame
don’t come outside like they missing
some n+ggas change, switch for chain
that guy ain’t seen my vision
was out in the rain, storm chasin’ sh+t, so is my drip
i keep it real, when n+ggas on slimey+slatt, so i keep a distance
don’t f+ck with too many, they collateral, might think this sh+t
go hop on, babe, she tellin’ me “wait”, i’m like, “time’s ticking”
you gotta watch for them red eyes, i pray they go blind, see
titano boy in this b+tch, so ain’t so slimin’ me
would get my march on his block, but ain’t no pisces
i was with my n+ggas, n+ggas on his on block
i don’t think they like me
right now, we fill ’em off this perc, ten might turn him over
i was cookin’ in the kitchen at a young age, like, “add more soda”
b+tch, i’m from the grassways, yeah, slatt ways, whole lotta cobras
and i’m in still in the fast lane, they wondering how we got this goated
[chorus: duvy]
glock life, block life, yeah
f+ck what it was
test your luck, heat him up
don’t give no f+cks
ride ’round, you know what it was
like my brother say, “we the real clean up”
we play offense, youngings d up
free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
send shots to them, f+ck with opps, we leave ’em

- duvy lyrics

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