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lil duke - bench pressin' lyrics

[verse 1: lil duke]
these n-ggas got me f-cked up
see ’em in the street like what’s up?
catch ’em down bad, get bust up
none of my n-ggas no busters
all of my n-ggas got bustdowns
run through the sack when i touch down
sold ’em and ain’t even touched ’em
my plug he just landed from russia
i go to the hole and i score the bucket
pretty lil b-tch want to suck it
remember them days i had nothing
i got all this sh-t off of hustling
headshot, my n-ggas ain’t aiming at no leg shot
red dots, all you little p-ssy n-ggas gotta die
cook up, i cook up a pie
southside and shout out to pie
all of my b-tches they bi
everywhere i got a fire
i drop the top at the red light
i get you shot if you say it twice
percocet, yeah that’s a med night
i want some head tonight
you get a verse if your bread right
i’m on a private flight
i got a b-tch, she a head doctor
can’t say too much ’cause the feds watching

[chorus: lil duke]
i’m just bench pressin’ all these hoes
still rockin’ designer clothes
white b-tch playin’ with they nose
look at that bad b-tch on that pole
we show up and we sell out shows
you know it’s bros over hoes

[verse 2: gunna]
chasin’ that bread ’til i get it
hop in that ‘vette, i’ma hit it
i’m on the way to the riches
mission to go get these millions
constantly dodgin’ the sentence
hop out, i jump over fences
i’m havin’ more hoes than hendrix
i call up my boy, i pour up a four
i told you it’s bros over b-tches
you broke n-ggas never gon’ listen
i won an award, got suicide doors
i’m knockin’ the doors off the hinges
i k!ll it, i don’t want to end it
got water all over my arm
i struggled all way to the morn’
they dig it, they say i’m a charm
that ting on me large
we cashin’, not swipin’ these cards
i’m thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ a porsche
and gunna he gonna get more

- lil duke lyrics

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