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munna duke - 12am lyrics

[intro]
(elite got that heat)
ayy, this what the f+ck y’all been waiting on, man
big king kong sh+t, man
(d+mn, mikey)

[chorus]
it’s 12 a.m., glock in my pants
we can’t catch him, then we nailing his mans
b+tch got hit, i don’t give a f+ck
n+gga play crazy, do his ass like duck
big bankroll, i ain’t talking about fresh
get back gang, that’s me and hec
shorty keep it real, we was in the field
late night, we ain’t even eat a f+cking meal
we was just steady tryna get us a k!ll
now i’m tryna us a whole lotta m’s
but now i’m back to the script
a n+gga diss me then this glock touch his head
call lil’ bro, he got the za by the zips
can’t forget murda, gotta ride on a whip

[verse]
edogg bring that glock with the switch
all my shots, i never miss
all my b+tches, i make them kiss
and they know to suck this d+ck
glock fifty shot, no cooling kit
and these jeans, they match these kicks
100k, we in this b+tch
big king kong, i rep this b+tch
see, this how i started
we was all wearing trues, we was always robbing
dope fiends nodding
had to grow up in a project with partners
i had to get it started
’cause i can’t be a victim, i was always a target
’cause i can’t be a victim, i was always a target
i’m back in that mode, no fear, i’m heartless
if you approach, approach with caution
n+gga wanna play, got hit with his dawg
we roll off in a ‘cat, no masi’
back to the ‘raq, in the hood, it’s a party
foenem got the parking lot filled with thotties
can’t hang with me, you ain’t got no bodies
get back gang, this sh+t a hobby
[chorus]
it’s 12 a.m., glock in my pants
we can’t catch him, then we nailing his mans
b+tch got hit, i don’t give a f+ck
n+gga play crazy, do his ass like duck
big bankroll, i ain’t talking about fresh
get back gang, that’s me and hec
shorty keep it real, we was in the field
late night, we ain’t even eat a f+cking meal
we was just steady tryna get us a k!ll
now i’m tryna us a whole lotta m’s
but now i’m back to the script
a n+gga diss me then this glock touch his head
call lil’ bro, he got the za by the zips
can’t forget murda, gotta ride on a whip

- munna duke lyrics

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