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letra de nobody on e - lil duke

[intro]
yeah
f-ck is you doing, n-gga?
bainz in the building with me
yeah
(leek, that’s fye right there)
let’s go

[chorus]
you see me out, bet i got it on me
whole label rich, ain’t n0body on e
don’t do no cappin’, i came out them streets
it could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
he think he gangster, gon’ die when we met
don’t got no b-tch but i keep ’em on fleek
i was just brakin’ from 12 on the block
now we getting paid just to go on the stage

[verse 1]
ysl boss, i was broke, now i’m paid
twin on my face that got caught in the raid
i’m tryna free all my dawgs out the cage
give me a year, i’ma cop me a maze
stay in thе mall, call it stuck in my ways
i don’t play games but i d-mn sure make plays
plus if i start it, i know i’ma finish
shе want a body and i want a milli’
robbin’ and k!llin’
home of the murderers and some of the realest
i just be chilling, can’t get in my feelings
they know i’m hard but don’t wanna admit
n-ggas be hating but i still go and get it
i’m in the trap, that b-tch sending me titties
ysl loaded, and yeah, i’m committed
b-tch, it don’t count if you broke and you pretty
walk in the mall, ballin’, john wall
she keep on texting, i’m missin’ her call
dodging the bullsh-t, i can’t f-ck with at all
[?] they callin’ the law
i want the plain richard millie, i don’t want no patek
p-ssed off on ig but don’t want no static
elliot jewelry, my water atlantic
geeked out my mind on a whole ‘nother planet
[chorus]
you see me out, bet i got it on me
whole label rich, ain’t n0body on e
don’t do no cappin’, i came out them streets
it could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
he think he gangster, gon’ die when we met
don’t got no b-tch but i keep ’em on fleek
i was just brakin’ from 12 on the block
now we getting paid just to go on the stage

[verse 2]
catch him and chop off his limbs
sipping these pints and i’m poppin’ these pills
i keep the baddest lil’ thotties
i pop the addy, i’m out of my body
this ain’t court, we don’t judge b-tches for bodies
i was too high, i just slept in the lobby
put it post-it, i know they gon’ copy
i told her pull up and she got excited
free my lil’ dawg, [?] got indicted
i’m ready to crash out, ain’t startin’ a riot
i really came out the jungle with lions
speak on my name and them bullets, they flyin’
stay down and ran that sh-t up out the gate
traps keep on calling, they don’t wanna wait
spot in la and it came with a maid
i’m quarantine clean, now the money well made
[chorus]
you see me out, bet i got it on me
whole label rich, ain’t n0body on e
don’t do no cappin’, i came out them streets
it could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
he think he gangster, gon’ die when we met
don’t got no b-tch but i keep ’em on fleek
i was just brakin’ from 12 on the block
now we getting paid just to go on the stage

- lil duke

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