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lil duke - destroyed lyrics

[intro: lil duke]
(wheezy beats, rich gang) woo
appreciate it, thugga, slime
king slime, ha, you dig
i know they hate that
turn it up, hey
alex, what it do?

[chorus: lil duke]
she done came in my life and tried to destroy it
every time i lay eyes on her, i just wanna f-ck her
to put my lil’ baby in her, she had an abortion
even though we love each other, we can’t show emotions
now she see me turned up, now she looking at a fortune
every time i put out something new, i get an endors-m-nt
i’m tryna go to the lot, buy his and hers new porsches
marry her for one year, then i’m gonna get divorced quick

[verse 1: kevin gates]
no aston martin, i come through in porsches
let down the roof, i just had an abortion
come from the ghetto, cocaine on my forces
bursting the pedal, i’m screeching them forges
can’t go to sleep when i’m behind the wheel
in the fn i’m gripping, i’m slipping, i’m sorry
her momma be telling me “kevin, do better”
i’m thugging, can’t help it i’m cautious
bad chick looking all small, i don’t get tired
i just pull up, lamb skin on the inside
bae, i been hurt, this sh-t ain’t personal
lean i be sipping, just bought me a personal
convicted felon, of course there some things i can’t tell you about you know how we lurking
two in the morning while up in the p-ssenger, kush in my lungs l!ck your lips we be flirting
nose by your kneecaps, look baby, no swerving
you say i’m flyer than julius erving
can’t fall in love, i’m too scared you gon’ hurt me
go back to prison, bae, you might desert me
grind hard in the trap with the (cut) i be serving
police pull us over, no talking, they searching
arrogant swagger, no lights camera action
if i was offensive, i said it on purpose

[verse 2: birdman]
what’s bracking? tie that rag ’round your head like a taliban
jewelry loud, ambulance, birds flying, peter pan
who the man? i’m the man stunna man
hundred bands in every pocket, fam
shrimps and crabs, designer pants
lobster crabs with them crab cakes
40 bands in them bathing apes
chicken, come and get a dinner plate
stomach fat ’cause i already ate
work the clock straight from 8 to 8
move that work like a landscape
no vacation it’s a pay-cation
half a bill and they still hating
birds connect, n-gga, from a to z
and i can send for them bandos
big cash strap so they no not to play with me
and i can send em off in your honor
all they gotta do is say the word
rolling dice on that curb
when the pig bye-bye. we shoot birds
i be the birdman, b-tch, you heard

[verse 3: young thug]
pull up at the emb-ssy suite and swap out some head
i got hoes from different seasons, i swear they change like a b-tch
i’m a dinosaur b, my pants cold, on my phone is a nick
get naked just like the d’angelo, yeah, yeah, you a l!ck
baby girl know not to get comfortable
on any given day, she look hunchable
i’m a blood with them birds like the cardinals
yeah, no game, no carnivals
no snoop dogg, but she boneable
i’m a, ninja like raphael
jim jones, tell a baby i’m cappo
baby, pop that p-ssy like a snapple
pop, pop that p-ssy
my ring cost a whole lot of money and it kushy
no treat me like no packed out club, boy, don’t push me
have your head ready for the mistress
you just cut my heart with a bushes
blowing white paper, no goodies
if that n-gga talk, he a wussy
i’ll, shoot that p-ssy, ’cause

[verse 4: lil duke]
i can never play with these lil’ b-tches
if i f-ck her, gotta pay these b-tches
running with thugga, running up digits
hundred dollar bills stacked like four midgets
got a camel toe then you know she a pigeon
got a lot of hoes and my sack be religious
go down real low and i might just kiss it
hit me in atlanta station just my twist it
pull up in the aston, martin, dabbin’, sorry
you can’t even call or get my digits
she gorgeous
came in my life and she tryna destroy it
she’s so spoiled
in front of her face and i just can’t ignore her
we gotta stick together like dinosaurs
gotta be gentle you can’t be too rough

[interlude: lil duke]
you know, i been through so much sh-t with girls, you know
it’s like i’m cold hearted
i don’t feel sh-t, yeah, don’t blame me
blame your b-tch

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