letra de on the way - lil duke
[hook: mpa duke]
my country boys on the way, i’m finna serve ’em
i want you to hold this k, and don’t act nervous
got them goons around me, and they workin’
we gettin’ them birds in, and that’s for certain
he claim that he a boss but he never took a loss
playin’ both sides, that’s the sh-t’ll get yo’ -ss offed
got some shooters on the buggy, they’ll k!ll yo’ -ss for nothin’
run up on you wit’ that carbine, empty clip into his necklace
they vicious!
[verse 1: young thug]
them b-tches naked washin’ dishes
she like my lifestyle, she say we live too relentless
two thousand for my gators, them b-tches lil itchy
b-tches got bumps and i’m rich just like donald trump
ridin’ round wit’ that pump, pockets look like a lump
weed smellin’ like skunks, blunts big as a stump
b-tches wan’ f-ck young thug and they wanna f-ck uncle unc
thugger not wit’ the bullsh-t, baby, i just want funds
boolin’ all in the lobby, baby, i came up off midgets
nah, we not gettin’ pulled over but my whole crew got them tickets
baby, i’m ysl, i know you come to the funeral
nah, i’m not no psychic but i got powers just like yu-gi-oh!
[hook]
my country boys on the way, i’m finna serve ’em
i want you to hold this k, and don’t act nervous
got them goons around me, and they workin’
we gettin’ them birds in, and that’s for certain
he claim that he a boss but he never took a loss
playin’ both sides, that’s the sh-t’ll get yo’ -ss offed
got some shooters on the buggy, they’ll k!ll yo’ -ss for nothin’
run up on you wit’ that carbine, empty clip into his necklace
they vicious!
[verse 2: mpa duke]
i’m in the front of the line like the muhf-ckin’ he-rs- do
i know thugga k!lled verse 1, i’m bout to k!ll verse 2
dk in the new ferrari, d-mn, we ridin’ round the lobby
we so high off life, and we ain’t got no f-ckin’ options
reel them ducks in, we call it goin’ fishin’
washin’ machine all that money, we call it cleanin’ dishes
makin’ birds take a bath, we call it shavin’ pigeons
and i ain’t peewee longway but ya ho know i’m dealin’
swear i’m cold-hearted, i don’t got no feelings
in that new drop top, i don’t got no ceiling
the roof is absent, ball like i got cancer
i’m the man in atlanta, ask yo’ favorite dancer
[hook]
my country boys on the way, i’m finna serve ’em
i want you to hold this k, and don’t act nervous
got them goons around me, and they workin’
we gettin’ them birds in, and that’s for certain
he claim that he a boss but he never took a loss
playin’ both sides, that’s the sh-t’ll get yo’ -ss offed
got some shooters on the buggy, they’ll k!ll yo’ -ss for nothin’
run up on you wit’ that carbine, empty clip into his necklace
they vicious!
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