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letra de long live duck - fyb j mane

[intro]
haaaa!
i grew up black disciple, for duck i’m crackin’ treys, aye
(d-mn rico, you k!llin’ em!)
haaaa!
600k, 300k, i’m with the sh-ts, aye!

[hook]
aye, sh-shout-out to the gang, b-tch i’m bdk, aye (i’m bdk, b-tch!)
real do it gang, goofy we don’t play, aye (we don’t play, hoe!)
you say you smokin’ who? get k!lled the same day, aye (the same day, b-tch!)
i grew up black disciple, for duck i’m crackin’ treys, aye (let’s get it!)
sh-shout-out to the gang, big bdk, aye (bdk, b-tch!)
r-real do it gang, goofy we don’t play, aye (we don’t play, hoe!)
he say he smokin’ who? get k!lled the same day, aye (thе same day, b-tch!)
i grew up black disciple, for duck i’m crackin’ trеys, b-tch (let’s go!)

[verse 1]
j mane he special b-tch, get your face popped, aye
bdk for queen von, n-ggas opps, aye (these n-ggas opps!)
i’m smokin’ odee mixed with baldy, i need to stop, aye (i need to stop, b-tch!)
might take a p-ss on l’a grave, i hope he rot, aye (b-tch!)
600k, 300k, i’m with the sh-ts, aye (i’m with the sh-ts!)
f-ck breezy baby momma, smack her with my d-ck, aye (with my d-ck!)
where the f-ck is fredo buried? i need to take a sh-t, aye (on his grave!)
won’t go out like i’m nuski, dead up in the whip (haaaa!)
t-t. roy tried to run, foenem caught his ass (scratch his ass!)
long live tutu, i don’t honor rats, aye (nah!)
i’m smokin on lil’ steve, so you know it’s thraxx, aye (smokin’ pack!)
lil boo he a ghost, they turned him to a pack, aye (a hundred racks!)
free kobe, f-ck ’em up, ran through a hundred plus
‘member ridin’ steamers, foes done crashed the audi truck (let’s go!)
i just popped a bar, that’s a yellow bus, uh (a yellow bus, b-tch!)
how the f-ck is them yo opps? you ain’t never buss (you ain’t never buss sh-t!)
your homie still got bullets in him, how he feel? (how he feel, b-tch?)
[?], they popped him like a pill (popped his ass!)
von be tellin’ stories, i do this sh-t for real (i do this sh-t for real!)
these n-ggas really cap, that’s why they got k!lled
[hook]
aye, sh-shout-out to the gang, b-tch i’m bdk, aye (i’m bdk, b-tch!)
real do it gang, goofy we don’t play, aye (we don’t play, hoe!)
you say you smokin’ who? get k!lled the same day, aye (the same day, b-tch!)
i grew up black disciple, for duck i’m crackin’ treys, aye (let’s get it!)
sh-shout-out to the gang, big bdk, aye (bdk, b-tch!)
r-real do it gang, goofy we don’t play, aye (we don’t play, hoe!)
he say he smokin’ who? get k!lled the same day, aye (the same day, b-tch!)
i grew up black disciple, for duck i’m crackin’ treys, b-tch (let’s go!)

[verse 2]
ain’t slide for your homie, b-tch you in the way
thirty shots up in the glizzy, sound just like the drac
might slide up in the o and chase them boys up out the gates
then slide through young money, cause them n-ggas, they ain’t safe, aye
got a b-tch in dog pound, i just pound the p-ssy
(caught sixteen n-ggas lackin’, that’s a pound of cookie)
i ain’t runnin’ from no opps, you gon’ have to whoop me
(my nickname trayvon, b-tch i keep a hoodie)

- fyb j mane

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