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fbg duck - exposing me (remix) lyrics

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[intro: fbg duck & rooga]
ayy ewell
i don’t want no autotune, f-ck all that sh-t
this how they want me to come
back the f-ck up, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: rooga]
that’s the way it go
i’ma hit this cut, you hit that cut, better know which way to go
got some information that you b-tch n-ggas would hate to know
n-ggas talk that sh-t but they don’t even know who made the o
drop a bag on your head, my shooters get paid to blow

[verse 2: fbg duck]
f-ck around and slide through the o like i’m from the o
let off 23 then 7 more, that’s how i come for bro
t. roy ain’t get shot inside his head but he ain’t make it though
they got so many dead n-ggas, b-tch, i don’t know who to smoke

[verse 3: rooga]
i don’t know who to smoke, but i’ll take lil boo to go
i can see him through the smoke (ayy, ayy)
caught his -ss comin’ out the crib, shot him through the door
tweakin’ off the mids, i think lil steve comin’ through the floor

[verse 4: fbg duck]
he got caught in traffic, waldo ain’t get to finish his status
he on the internet laughin’, cappin’, then got caught without it
f-ck your homie, he dead, you heard what i said
f-ck sheroid, f-ck odee, f-ck d-thang, and f-ck tire head

[verse 5: rooga]
you n-ggas hoes to me, you couldn’t even get close to me
i keep my heater, it’s right by my side, so watch how you walk when approachin’ me
baldy got smoked by a tree, run up on him with the stick and smoked him like a leaf
now they chalkin’ up the street, for walkin’ up the street, please stop talkin’ up the beef

[verse 6: fgb duck]
j money got it the worst of me, that’s how it’s ‘posed to be
it’s a lot of n-ggas that i’m not even gon’ mention but they where they ‘posed to be, uh
n-ggas be thinkin’ they k!llers, uh, you look like a ghost to me, uh
boy, i been smokin’ your homie, uh, this sh-t chokin’ me

[verse 7: rooga]
mentioning scr-pp ain’t gon’ get you sh-t but a brand new grave slab
we do it for scr-pp, we done f-cked around and made 600 change blocks
i’m fresh off a hit, might switch up the clothes, but i got the same glock
you know what it is, we comin’ for more, might shoot up the same block

[verse 8: fbg duck]
these n-ggas mentionin’ tooka, i’ll f-ck around, send you to meet him
uh, i don’t got my glock, when i see an opp, on bro, i’ma beat ’em
uh, i’m smokin’ lil steve can’t breath, i’m thinkin’ it’s over
i wish i was right there when lil boo got slumped, i would’ve ran his sh-t over
(hold on, hold on, hold on, who this steve on?)

[verse 9: rooga]
p-ss him to me, we’ll just add him to the family tree
smacked his -ss with the back of the heat
stello got hit from the back of the seat
d-mn, the back of the seat?
he tried to get up from the back of the seat
they left his head in the back of the seat

[verse 10: fbg duck]
murder? who you murdered?
talkin’ ’bout you flippin’ sh-t, what? a burger?
boy, you nervous, uh, you ain’t never shot no one in person

[verse 11: rooga]
you n-ggas b-tches, where y’all purses?
man you n-ggas went and dyed y’all hair on purpose
but was it worth it? how that’s workin’?
man i wouldn’t be surprised if they start twerkin’

[verse 12: fbg duck]
told ’em stay in tune, b-tch, i’m workin’, uh
please don’t think sh-t chicken, this ain’t church’s, uh
tired of puttin’ n-ggas in these he-rs-s, uh
i should get a million for these verses, uh

[outro: rooga]
on foenem grave
you already know how this sh-t go
got my bl1ck on me, got my stick on me
back the f-ck up
all you bop -ss hoes, all you goofy -ss n-ggas
memo, stop wearin’ that fake -ss sh-t out your daddy van (b-tch)

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