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lil wayne - duck lyrics

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[produced by mike will made-it]

[intro]
what’s happening? come on man
what’s up with these n-gg-s man?
yeaahh
n-gg- millz with that new york shit man
one time for my n-gg- t in this b-tch
yeah, tired of these n-gg-s me

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i can make her do tricks
make the b-tch do splits
write your name on a bullet like a gift
i’m saint nick
overdosing off the dough
comatosing on the low
keep my hands on some c-ke
like guns n’ roses, rock n’ roll
the guns we tote is not for show
welcome to the murder show
welcome to the murder capital
that’s capital no
that’s new orleans
it’s you or me
if that’s so, you gotta go
you drop the gun
i drop the world
i drop some cash
you drop the soap
rep that soowoo dada-do
i just got bluetooth on my stove
you don’t wan try me like dej loaf
yeah i know, i know, i know
my spanish ho she love me so
she say “amor amor amor”
these lil boys don’t want no war
them toy soldiers, g.i. joe
mystical
here i go, here i go
vehicle, diablo
all black, white seats, piano
yeah you’re from santiago
you don’t want no fiasco
we don’t do donnie brasco
and tell your crew i said let’s go
tell your crew i said leggo

[hook: shanell]
oh it’s way past midnight
shadows in them streetlights
gotta trap for them n-gg-s tryna act like
a b-tch ain’t got a whole team right
yeah ahh
he think that he gone take it from me
he said i should give it up cause he got money
told him i don’t think that i can please ya
but i got a bunch of k!llas wanna meet ya

[verse 2: jae millz]
all of my n-gg-s is real, all of my n-gg-s is solid
all of my money is in rubber bands, i do not carry a wallet
all of my b-tches stay ready, soon as i walk in she gon pop it
everyday i be floating, forever on autopilot
if that n-gg- ain’t got my money though
wrap him up like a mummy though
regular wolves howl at the moon
my wolves come out when it’s sunny though
my n-gg-s ain’t got no words with police
you tell the cops what they wanna know
this shit right here is my dummy flow
no ibaka but i bring that thunder though
your girl a jumpoff, i holler “geronimo”
slam in that pussy like dominos
that boy millz he got beats and all kinds of flows
what you think weezy signed me for?
stayed down and i’m still down
true definition of loyal
my style timeless, my style vintage, crown royal
from birth to now, heart big like l, notorious, and pun
i want what i deserve, and some
yeah i’m ballin’ – and 1
all my n-gg-s outside with me
all my n-gg-s down the ride with me
and every freak that that i ever meet
gotta f-ck my girl if she slide with me
that’s word

[hook: shanell]
oh it’s way past midnight
shadows in them streetlights
gotta trap for them n-gg-s tryna act like
a b-tch ain’t got a whole team right
yeah ahh
he think that he gone take it from me
he said i should give it up cause he got money
told him i don’t think that i can please ya
but i got a bunch of k!llas wanna meet ya

[verse 3: gudda gudda]
we kick down the door, said it before
we did not come round to play games with you n-gg-s
they say you n-body til somebody k!lls ya
well i’m bout to make you a famous lil n-gg-
no game in this k!ller, murder he wrote
can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes
the flow is like meth, it’s like crack, it’s like heroin
yes i am spitting this dope
i am the future, i’m seeing right through you
i’m so new orleans but i do not know voodoo
my piece will come face-to-face with you like oovoo
have n-gg-s searching for you like it’s google, i’m brutal
i’ve been slept on for a long time
been patient for a minute, now i want mine
i hear a lot of n-gg-s talking down
i’ma put my mothaf-ckin foot where the sun don’t shine
can’t rhyme in a cypher like this
i’ve been rockin with the best
they don’t put me on the list
i’m an underground king
underrated in the streets favorite
every street corner gonna speak bout this
rest in peace pimp c
still got the muddy cup full of morgan freeman
yep, lean on me
like wu tang, cash rules everything around me
you know i got the cream on me
gun barrel smoking like hydro
middle fingers up, f-ck five-o
still repping b’s like a h-town n-gg-
when i’m finished in this b-tch call geico
you looking at a god man, i put that on the bible
k!llin’ everything f-ck rivals
hundred round drum on the stick
when i let the b-tch off man it sound like pyro

[hook: shanell]
oh it’s way past midnight
shadows in them streetlights
gotta trap for them n-gg-s tryna act like
a b-tch ain’t got a whole team right
yeah ahh
he think that he gone take it from me
he said i should give it up cause he got money
told him i don’t think that i can please ya
but i got a bunch of k!llas wanna meet ya



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