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fbg duck - intro (thic2) lyrics

[intro: fbg duck]
you know, lately it’s been like
we been on a whole lot of gang sh-t, you know what i’m talkin’ about
you know gang gang since potty train, all that sh-t
ayy dutcho, what’s up man?
you know what i’m sayin’
ayy young, what’s up brodie?
man, hold on hold on hold on

[verse 1: fbg duck]
i don’t ain’t got time for the riddle riddle rah rah
pull up with baby choppers, goo-goo gah-gah
what you smokin’ on, b-tch that’s la-la
you think sh-t funny, davis ha-ha
hit a b-tch with the sh-ll like taha
you want me to cuff you b-tch, uh-uh
b-tch be poppin’ up on me like voilà
no benihanas, take the b-tch to popeyes
choppers start goin’ off like grata
fo’nem steady shootin’ n-gg-s like dada
we ain’t claimin’ no b-st-rds, nada
put a n-gg- in a coffin like vampire
we ain’t talkin’ if it’s not ’bout a dollar
come and play with us, b-tch on my mama
leg shot’ll put a n-gg- on crutches
shot a n-gg- fresh in the rah-rah

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
n-gg-s woofin’, they just talkin’ that rah-rah
catch him on the drop and did him like rah-rah
fo’nem laughin’, runnin’ up, they like haha
hit him with the drum, go dum-do-dah-dah
n-gg- put him on cam like voilà
thick b-tch with me, she call me papa
she got k!ller ooh-ooh and nana
goofy think his -ss wet as some nanas
we spin back, we gon’ send him to father
fn blowin’, soundin’ like fire fire
groom groom, doon doon doon, krah krah krah krah
b-tch said she love me, lil b-tch blah blah
gotta blast, stupid -ss, haha
sippin’ drank out my lil baby bah-bah
take your ho, see how his b-tch f-ck, bye-bye
inhale like mail, i’ll see you tomorrow

[verse 2: fbg young]
over the stove like i chef benihanas
f-ck the opps, we like they hold choppers
beretta under sweaters, right in your noggin
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s, nah that’s a nah-nah
bad b-tch oughta show me a dollar
plugged in with the plug, that’s my partner
chopper do dah-dah, doo-roo-doo, doo-roo-doo, dah-dah
eat his face to a powder, the yopper
got the babies but i’m not the dada
i want your bag with my shop and my mazda
on the block with the work, make a nana
there go 12 like ya-ya
might take a b-tch on a model
wear the white coat like a doctor
n-gg-s ain’t know the name vulture
drum on him, beat his block up

- fbg duck lyrics

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