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lil duke - no witness lyrics

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[intro:]
ricky racks
izzie on da beat

[chorus: lil duke]
i be smokin like the hippys, these n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin with me
they know my name in the city, we been f-ckin these lil b-tches
don’t you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
play with my money, it’s goin be a k!llin
don’t get offended, we don’t leave no whitness

[verse 1: yak gotti]
first of all, i am a stunner
i’m with stoney, and i got that long hair
i say no to the b-tch, you can’t run here
don’t care if it’s your b-tch, i’m pushin up on her
all i need is two freaks
i got two 60s with me
i’m yak gotti, i got the heat
we really demolish the beat
you be workin, boy, you workin for meech
trappin, boy, you ain’t survin sh-t
you just rap, get your -ss out the street
man, i’m gotti, don’t you forget
pour up a four, then call up some b-tches
roll up four more, cause they still with the sh-t
i dare you walk up on me with that f-ck sh-t
no, you not ready for the consequences
man, we gettin licks, and we gettin hits
no santa claus, but we come through your chimany
no john walker, but i got this c with me
thinkin of runnin up, you can forget it
shoot ‘m, i shoot ‘m, lil b-tch
shoot ‘m, shoot ‘m, i shoot ‘m again
no questions bout duke and thugger, they with it

[chorus: lil duke]
i be smokin like the hippys, these n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin with me
they know my name in the city, we been f-ckin these lil b-tches
don’t you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
play with my money, it’s goin be a k!llin
don’t get offended, we don’t leave no whitness

[verse 2: lil duke]
f-ck with the real, can’t sit round with no fake
talk behind your back, but plot right by your face
runnin through hundreds, but then i erase
put a price on your head, then i’m ballen in vagis
ysl a team, we are not treyway
aim at us, we bust like pagers
you are not poppin, if you don’t got haters
they writin articles bout me in fader
puttin that sh-t on, don’t even start
now i hear it, they talkin that sh-t
young n-gg-, 14 years old with the cannon
plus i’m quick to pull right off to the mansion
who would’ve known that i’d live in a mantion
pretty b-tches with me, and they some dancers
gotta an account, that money come faster
my n-gg-s get you, then disappear like casper

[chorus: lil duke]
i be smokin like the hippys, these n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin with me
they know my name in the city, we been f-ckin these lil b-tches
don’t you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
play with my money, it’s goin be a k!llin
don’t get offended, we don’t leave no whitness



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