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letra de whole lotta - duke deuce

[intro]
yo ali
aye, aye
aye
what the f-ck
aye, aye
b-tch

[chorus]
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d-mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d-mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d-mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d-mn bottles
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m’s got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta

[verse]
whole lotta guala, f-cking on a model, hit em’ with the wand
call me harry potter, n-gga got a problem hit him with the choppa
[?] his ass up but i’m not a bottle
triple m the gang boy you can’t hang
n-gga, you a lame you should be ashamed, we are not the same
money over fame, sticking to the game stay up in your lane
riding with the f-cking top dropped, n-ggas still rocking reebok’s
[?] don’t tick-tock, if we don’t f-ck with you kick rocks
triple m got it on lock, [?] he hot
money [?], hold up f-ck n-gga think not
made man on some big bucks sh-t
disrespect get yo head bust b-tch
watching n-ggas on that suspect sh-t
hoe tripping shouldn’t have f-cked that b-tch
hot boy on some big tough sh-t
throwing sets like f-ck yo clique
[?]
n-gga mad cause i f-cked his b-tch

yeah i told y’all, motherf-cking n-ggas
you already know what’s going on
triple m, triple m, triple m n-gga
broke ass n-ggas can’t f-ck with them n-ggas
yeah b-tch you already know what’s going on n-gga
made man moving b-tch
black haven gang n-gga ain’t sh-t change
sh-t still the same

[verse 2]
yeah, snapping like a gator on a hater
imma player from the himalayas, n-gga you a saver i’m a slayer
got the city on my back like a saddle
money everywhere i’m at like a shadow
n-gga f-ck yo fame it don’t matter
throwing money in the club lets battle
yea, don’t make me send out some soldiers
they will come hunt you just like a vulture
name another n-gga colder
b-tch, i’m from memphis and i’m taking over
these boys keep f-cking my phone up
don’t need no pins b-tch i’m not a bowler
god keep [?] feel like the devil just keep getting closer
run it up, f-ck it up, call me up, get her [?], bust a nut [?]
f-ck around i’m a clown
chop her down hundred rounds all in the f-cking draco
on the gang, hitta gang, shooter gang
with the gang throwing signs out the window
back that, scratch that, n-gga had a set back
but a n-gga back like [?]
think i’m the sh-t like a fart, i keep the pump like a [?]
ain’t talking bad like [?], i f-ck your b-tch i’m a boss
holding it down like an anchor, black haven twisting up fingers
they say the city in danger, duke deuce keep dropping them

- duke deuce

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