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lil duke (chicago rapper) - adidas lyrics

[intro]
cash money ap
you only live once
squad
squad, squad, squad

[chorus]
you know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
we got money for them paralegals (‘legals)
she like how i rock my adidas (my adidas)
f-ck the b-tch, i don’t need her (i don’t need her)
man, i swear i love nina (yeah)
she taught me a lot of sh-t
told me, “don’t never trust a hoe ’cause these b-tches eaters” (they eaters)
you know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
we got money for them paralegals (‘legals)
she like how i rock my adidas (adida)
f-ck the b-tch, i don’t need her (i don’t need her)
man, i swear i love nina (love nina)
she taught me a lot of sh-t
told me, “don’t never trust a hoe ’cause these b-tches eaters” (these b-tches eaters)

[verse]
pour up four, two-liter, i don’t smoke no reefer
i just bumped a b-tch named kiesha, she a real d-ck pleaser
but i think she a skeezer, a paper chasin’ thot, leacher
i thumb through these 100’s, she can’t get my money, i f-ck the b-tch and i leave her (nah, nah, nah)
i’m from the pole, where it’s freezin’
that mac’ll turn a n-gga nemon
catch a face shot like fimi
now he neutron like jimmy (yeah)
live a fast life, no hearin’ me
all these n-ggas gossip like wendy
you can think it’s sweet like candy
got a thick b-tch like yandy
what the f-ck do you mean?
b-tch, day-day world my team
when them renegades come through your block
we gon’ tear that b-tch up and leave a bl–dy scene
we gon’ bail out that black minivan
you seen them 50’s hangin’ out the things
she seen nothin’ but red flashin’ out the beam
give him everything, a magazine (yeah)
flexin’ all this stuff, she want a lot of that codeine
my lil’ b-tch she feelin’ lucky ’cause i let her meet og
but she better not think that mean she gon’ get a diamond ring
until she show me loyalty a b-tch ain’t never let me see
biker jeans hang off my -ss, calvin kleins up on my brief
them wheat boots up on my feet, calvin klein, bring back white tee
i remember postin’ on the t, sellin’ all that hard, white c
now i’m a boss, so i ain’t gotta go and post up on the t
i been juggin’ and finessing, how you think i went and got it?
grandma told me i’ma make it, she like, “baby, you got talent”
all these square -ss spongebob n-ggas, move around ’cause y’all ain’t valid
i just popped an instant gram, it got me movin’ all robotic
never cared about a b-tch, i just give these b-tches d-ck
if he hatin’ for no reason, then he envy what you hear
all my life, i lived so yolo, right now, i ain’t got no kids
so when i’m done stackin’ that money, i’ma blow it all again
and i’m screaming “f-ck the county!” ’til they free bro toolie man
states attorney playin’ crazy, they know that he innocent
lost some n-ggas to the system: nana, varro, and bro nick
and i’ma situate them n-ggas ’til they let ’em out that jam (yeah)
don’t think that i forgot, yeah, shout out to big foe
he was there to pick me up when i was down there on the floor
couple people in my corner when the state tryna get me smoked
fightin’ drama in the county, boy, that sh-t is not a joke
sometimes i lift my head up and i ask god, like, “why me?”
all these f-cked up situations turned to blessings you gave me
all this sinnin’ i been doing, man, i just hope you forgive me
and that two years i had to do, it showed me who really with me
i don’t mean to come off wrong, but i don’t trust a soul
b-tches settin’ n-ggas up, so i don’t trust these hoes
all this clout that a n-gga got, i’m on point wherever i go
before i leave up out that house, you know i gotta make sure i got that pole
i treat my all old b-tches like some old dirty clothes
i make all my current b-tches put my d-ck up in their throat
you ain’t tryna f-ck my bro, then lil’ b-tch gotta go
p-ssy better not smell like fish, you gon’ get your -ss exposed

[chorus]
you know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
we got money for them paralegals (‘legals)
she like how i rock my adidas (my adidas)
f-ck the b-tch, i don’t need her (i don’t need her)
man, i swear i love nina (yeah)
she taught me a lot of sh-t
told me, “don’t never trust a hoe ’cause these b-tches eaters” (they eaters)
you know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
we got money for them paralegals (‘legals)
she like how i rock my adidas (adidas)
f-ck the b-tch, i don’t need her (i don’t need her)
man, i swear i love nina (love nina)
she taught me a lot of sh-t
told me, “don’t never trust a hoe ’cause these b-tches eaters” (these b-tches eaters)

- lil duke chicago rapper lyrics

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