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lil duke - we get it lyrics

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[intro: lil duke]
yeah, ysl shit, true facts, ya dig?

[hook: lil duke]
nigga we get it, we get it
my niggas, yea turn to a 50
calling my niggas, they with it
pull up, 8 shots at yo’ [?]
most of these niggas, they with it
niggas be falling in love with these b-tches
niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
mind on the money and i want a million
i’m trying to stack that shit tall as a building
ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
i’m not a rapper, b-tch i am a dealer
sipping on lean and i hope it don’t k!ll me
pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
young nigga came from that hood, i’m a veteran
i had to break on the cops, i was selling it
running with nothing but felonies

[verse 1: lil duke]
don’t speak on my name ’bout that broke shit, irrelevant
racks on me just like i just got a settlement
we putting d-ck in yo’ b-tch cause she know that we ball
sweep her the wrong number when she asks can she call
5 or 10 racks when we ball
5 or 10 racks in the mall
don’t talk to rats, they get off
cashing then backing right out
soon as we walk in they wildin’
fans, they screaming, they rowdy
b-tch, i been trapping the audi’s
push b-tton with the frog lights
sipping like i’m straight from texas
drinking lean, pouring dark sprites
f-cked up a check and i got it right back
if i ever fall, thugger got my back
for a little nothing, i can get a nigga wet
pop, they with that mac, i’ma hop out and get it cracking

[hook: lil duke]
nigga we get it, we get it
my niggas, yea turn to a 50
calling my niggas, they with it
pull up, 8 shots at yo’ [?]
most of these niggas, they with it
niggas be falling in love with these b-tches
niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
mind on the money and i want a million
i’m trying to stack that shit tall as a building
ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
i’m not a rapper, b-tch i am a dealer
sipping on lean and i hope it don’t k!ll me
pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
young nigga came from that hood, i’m a veteran
i had to break on the cops, i was selling it
running with nothing but felonies

[verse 2: trae tha truth]
i am the streets, so we think nothing higher
shooting out something that crawl like a spider
money get beat, what the f-ck i desire
take flight like a pilot, won’t be nothing flyer
i know these f-ck niggas sing like the choir
run up on truth, i can help you kids fire
burn ’em like the tires, when i’m moving by ya
told ’em i was thugging, tripping i’ma try ya
i do not want to talk
make you run in that safe like you marshall faulk
take you right to the plug, nigga f-ck a drought
hit the ghetto like, look what the f-ck i bought
anyplace that can make guarantees, i called it
all this shit on my neck dripping like a faucet
nigga, water water, don’t know what it costed
i’m a fool, you can tell how these haters lost it
i’m the business
nigga this’ll be my year
thinking different i might pull up on ya
i’m a gangster nothing i can fear
hit up duke and slime and run that gun up on ya
i am [?] nigga don’t forget it
all across yo’ head, you’d think i was [?]
straight up out of texas, look at how i kick it
swingers on the phantom, look at how i sitted

[hook: lil duke]
nigga we get it, we get it
my niggas, yea turn to a 50
calling my niggas, they with it
pull up, 8 shots at yo’ [?]
most of these niggas, they with it
niggas be falling in love with these b-tches
niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
mind on the money and i want a million
i’m trying to stack that shit tall as a building
ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
i’m not a rapper, b-tch i am a dealer
sipping on lean and i hope it don’t k!ll me
pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
young nigga came from that hood, i’m a veteran
i had to break on the cops, i was selling it
running with nothing but felonies



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