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letra de on my shit - lil duke

[intro]
yeah
it’s your boy lil duke
yeah i’m back on my sh-t, you know
yeah-ah

[hook]
young n-gga i’m on my sh-t now
i could care less ‘bout a b-tch now
told my mama that we rich now
i used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out
came from the streets so i don’t got to learn it
i had to get on my grind and go earn it
can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner
and they saluting me like a lil colonel
i’m in that new rari, young california
i cannot ride with that b-tch if she boring

[verse 1]
i was just in the street, now i keep touring
trap on the block, i just brung home the taurus
had to stay at it and i turned important
mona lisa on my side and she gorgeous
broke b-tches and they cannot afford me
balling and get money, yeah that’s my hobby
model b-tches with me, yeah they on molly
bad b-tches with me sucking my privates
i got it on me, you know i can’t hide it
that’s my mamacita and she likes to ride it
i’m out in la, i’m studio vibing
and it ain’t no telling what i be driving
i’m in some sh-t and you know that it’s fast
walk in the booth and i just might start spazzing
trunk in the front, the engine in the back
play with my money, you n-ggas gettin’ blasted
out in la on the low with an actress
used to watch spots and hide work in the mattress
maison margiella, b-tch you know my fashion
i brought them racks out and you know i’m cashin’
we having parties and we live in mansions
i’m loving this rapping sh-t with a p-ssion

[verse 2]
i cannot ride in that sh-t if it ain’t foreign
i cannot ride with that b-tch if she boring
i’m on the road with the thugger, we touring
i cannot ride with that b-tch if she boring
i got a thirty on me like i’m curry
my n-ggas strapped and we don’t got no worries
n-gga complain then he gonna get buried
different color diamonds just like a parrot
elliot diamonds, no these are not jared
diamonds just got out that brand new mclaren
pull up and hop out, they staring
i’m having déjà vu, my b-tch the baddest
put that sh-t on, that be tragic
don’t got no stylist, i got my own fashion
thirty-one robbins like baskin
thinkin’ ‘bout robbing, you gonna get blasted
i’m in the back of the ‘bach
and i’m sipping on lean and i’m drinking on act
i used to be in the street
run up on n-ggas and rob with a mask
then i start selling the gas
i ran up a sack and i bought me some bags

- lil duke

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