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jduce_dapotpirate - luther lyrics

(yo prov is on fire, n-gga)
pushers and peddlers, n-gga
(that sl1ck mix, n-gga)
gorillo on the beat
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[hook: oreo]
im jus chillin wit my shooter n-gga
im usually wit a group of n-ggas
yea you know the van deep but
everybody in that van draws (vandross) word to luther n-gga
selling grams to your super n-gga
oh, you be saving hoes you a super n-gga?
come thru on your block so deep
you gon think we was marching for king luther, n-gga

[verse 1: oreo]
my n-ggas rock out like they in a tour
im hanging with a couple shooters but theres many more
what you speak is half bull like a minotaur
we hustle hard we can’t even take a minute off
you not bout that life, what you riding for?
that van pull up slow, open the sliding door
you better run to the crib or hide behind a wall
cuz all you gonna see is shots like the final four
give me the loot or you visiting luth-or
bang this big hammer feeling like im the new thor
setting up shop like i opened a new store
need my pockets looking like my thighs grew tumors
n-gga im too raw got a couple hoes but i need a few more
my girls acting moody still
i told her sitcom (sit calm) my life’s like a movie still
look at the movie chill!

[hook: oreo]
im jus chillin wit my shooter n-gga
im usually wit a group of n-ggas
yea you know the van deep but
everybody in that van draws (vandross) word to luther n-gga
selling grams to your super n-gga
oh, you be saving hoes you a super n-gga?
come thru on your block so deep
we gon look like we marching for king luther, n-gga

[verse 2: jduce]
pull up gang, like the uber n-gga
she blow it with 2 hands, im the tuba n-gga
my n-gga malc keep the 40, thats the cougar n-gga
i want the all gray taurus, thats a troopa n-gga
i start son’ing them little pistols you pop gunning
and when i bust they run from 12 like the cops coming
a fair warning, i dance on ’em, put hands on ’em
and all the opps in they prime ’til i transform ’em
black man, keep a gun, tat man
straight hands, off the waist n-gga batman
if disrespected, i spray like its a disinfectant
and you ran off on the plug? well now you disconnected
sad he felt, a bad hand, i’m glad he dealt
now he got beef over onions like a patty melt
i strap up and act up so back up
whip crack up and pack up and stack up
life is like old steak cause its cold and tough
supposed to be cash when we link this is not a cuff
ya mans shook, hustling i got the handbook
and we ain’t talking abuela the way my grams cook
a chrome busta, heavy weight bonecrusher
and we can fade in the back like the old busta
im never telling rap arist convicted felon
and he think sh-t sweet ’til i hit his melon

[hook: oreo]
im jus chillin wit my shooter n-gga
im usually wit a group of n-ggas
yeah you know the van deep but
everybody in that van draws (vandross) word to luther n-gga
selling grams to your super n-gga
oh, you be saving hoes you a super n-gga?
come thru on your block so deep
we gon look like we marching for king luther, n-gga

(that secret sauce, n-gga)

- jduce_dapotpirate lyrics

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