Lyrics:
of you Duke, keep bangin' motherfucker, Lyfer-gang)
Look
I run through that shortcut, let the shotty buck (Boom, boom)
Hit them pussy niggas make 'em
to the hood with she
Blowin' up on that good with she
You know I gotta keep it lit with she
I'ma take a couple trips with she
Daisy Dukes lookin' good
gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
You can call me Daisy Dukes in my
bread, dukes
Or get dead, you get your head flew by the
Number one team on the planet Earth
Murder one rap, it's not just words
Hany, Banana Clip P
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My hittas separate from petty and stupid shit
I do unto to them like Zion and Duke and them
Why every time I see a white
want all the loot (slatt Gotit)
Pullin' up like the Uber man, shout out to Duke
Perc'-ed the fuck out, everybody in the room
Supercharged truck
at?
Take your chain, take your stain, where the flag at?
Switchin' lanes, do the dash in a Hellcat
Racks to my mom dukes, you can't have that
Racks
(Girl) Ooh, girl, gotta get your head right
All my niggas high as hell and blunted
Bought my bitch the YSL she wanted
Nigga, Mom Dukes wanna trip
wearing daisy dukes finger waves and hoopsins
Baskets from the grocery store just to shoot some hoops in
Corner store passing up them old niggas under
choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
fake or straight juke 'em
(?) like Duke Nukem
Had rockets and guns, like DOOM, '95
Plotting like DOOM in '95
I listened to jazz, read the 7 pillars
Country girl swag with them daisy dukes
Up top is a bathing suit
She downin' shots said whatcha wanna do uh
I can think of a couple scenarios
Jump in,
bother wit’ a glock
Or haven’t since I parted from the block
But if duke talking crazy then he’ll do it to a cartridge full of shots
Find his body in
the felonies we missed
Gotta thanks mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too
They say anything possible
My squad like apostles, believe in me
Don't know how to quit,
run wit the race
I think back on my wonder years
Food stamps shorts of wonder bread
My mom dukes
Young, wild, loose learned a less
I got my truths
dukes up.
But just like any other here they come to fuck off with his comfort can't wait for summer.
It's the same old song:
Whoa, Whoa not another
U got shoot at ma dukes
Be4 the tec spits
I don't go out lookin' for drama like the fed's did
Music wit a message
But I;m no backbacker
Som
and shoot up your skeletons
For talkin' all that jazz, like you Duke Ellington
I melt your shit, like when Sundew, people with no melennin
Shy, the 21st
Finster baby, come to Papa Duke
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To Zsa Zsa,
afternoon
And my first love was Daisy Duke
In them cut off jeans
A space shuttle fell out of the sky
And the whole world cried
It was nineteen eighty
games
Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes
[Chorus:
games
Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes
[Chorus:
We're the dukes of rhythm
We're the monks of move
Take that journey with them
Falling into the groove
Here's the last reminder
the country proud to say his name
Coast to coast with Don and Charlie
Duke Neilson, Ray Simmonds played it up
Born to gray with sea speackrin
Now the islanders
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