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fbg duck - different personality lyrics

[intro]
all i got to say is different personalities
that’s it
turn up

[verse]
i never seen it comin’
never knew that i’d be thumbin’ through all these godd+mn hundreds (thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb)
never knew that i’d be f+ckin’ all these n+ggas’ woman
oops, i meant these n+ggas’ women
b+tch, i’ve been winnin’ since the very beginning (turn up)
smokin’ dope like a chimney (dope)
got these b+tches in their feelings, oops, i’m sorry for the pimpin’
yes, b+tch, i did it (turn up)
ridin’ down the dan ryan (uh, skrrt)
doin’ ’bout one+ten, flyin’ (yoom)
doped out my f+ckin’ mind (dopе)
sippin’ on codeine, hopin’ i don’t crash into a motherf+ckin’ sign
thеse n+ggas can’t see me, i be thinkin’ that these motherf+ckers blind (turn up)
n+ggas sayin’ that they takin’ some of my mine
boy, you is motherf+ckin’ lyin’ (woah)
got to ride with the pole ’cause you know i can’t go
shooter take a n+gga soul (brrt)
.4+0 go baow, baow, baow, watch a n+gga hit the floor
b+tches askin’, “who is he?” (i am)
i’m the man, all the b+tches knew me
cameras flashin’, movie
runnin’ ’round kickin’ n+ggas’ ass, bruce lee (wi+hah)
b+tch, i need cash, cash, cash (money)
sauce drippin’ like the twinz motherf+ckers, splash, splash, splash (splash)
finna have fun with three overseas women, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
k!lled a n+gga with the swag, got the n+gga mad, mad, mad
i ain’t even got to brag, that sh+t is sad, sad, sad (woah)
every time i hit the road, all my n+ggas got to go (gang)
sh+t they never seen before, i got to show
nothin’ but “gang, gang, gang, gang” at all of my shows (gang)
n+gga better play his role, gun leave him with a hole (baow)
same size as cantaloupe (baow)
swag drippin’, that’s the antidote (woo)
is they f+ckin’ with me? that’s a no
trap money gang (gang, gang, gang)
6347, b+tch, that’s the same d+mn thing
brand new gun, call it martin, it bring pain, pain, pain
ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
free the real, all these new n+ggas so lame, lame, lame
ridin’ ’round in foreign things lookin’ for a stain, stain, stain
free brick, that’s bro, can’t wait until he home
n+ggas already know he was two gun shorty
rdin’ ’round givin’ n+ggas free smoke
n+ggas steady watchin’ me, n+gga better watch his ho
or watch tv or see the flash from the pole
fill his body up with holes
[outro]
money

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