Lyrics:
as a threat girl
Can't tell if you are actually the Duke
I perceive you as a threat girl
Can't tell if you are actually the Duke
I perceive you as a threat girl
Michael Jackson said, "this sorta thing silly manâ?¦"
A lover not a fighter, better stay out a Philly man.
Put up your dukes, so you better start boogen
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo check it, there's a girl around my way
Don't ask for names, cause I won't say
She's a real pow-wow who likes to play
Nah, dukes, her
Dukes in my horizon pass the time of day with me
Dukes in my horizon pass the time of day with me
Dukes in my horizon pass the time of day with me
talkin' like a duke, 'till we pull up and let it spray
I don't even care what it costs, I'm drippin' Dior today
I ain't got time for conversation, shit,
So you wonder how
Get em' up, put em up
Get your dukes up now
Got no time no money, that's why
Get em up, put em up
Get your dukes up now
Soda
every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled
every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled
California girls you're unforgettable
Daisy Dukes bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot
You melt a popsicle o-o-o ooh Oh O-o-o ooh
We know a place
gone spin (spin)
If they don't die then we gon' spin again and again (ho, what?)
Me and Duke bang the same thang, boy we like twins (gang, mob)
Take
forever gone
Good old Duke
I've been waiting all my life
To see you again
Confused friendly fire
Politicians to be put on trial
They make their promises
(yeah)
Hoppin' out the coupe with the trunk in the front (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, you know I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (shit)
Yeah, I told Mom Dukes I
Put down your gun punk,
put up your dukes son
Why can't you be a man,
fight me one on one
Don't need guns or knives to hide behind
Bullets
you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my mama dukes)
No more playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, yeah
Let's just say, I give up my gators
the Ferrari redder than Clifford
In a safari, my neck on a river
My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard
I'm with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot
Got
stitches in yo' motherf**kin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this)
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke
Big Bank Beisha, bitch
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Throw it back, watch me throw it back
Got my Daisy Dukes
as the foul death spreads
You may think Duke Lion
Could defeat this awful foe
You may be right
Because they fought about a week ago
The blood red head on fire
can't fitted
M nigga don't ballet, but keep two two's like Andrew Wiggins
On sumn' like ouh he trippin', take meds for the pain he feel
Ma dukes said I'm
""put down your gun punk put up your dukes son why can't you be a man fight me one on one don't need guns or knives to hide behind bullets included
forever gone
Good old Duke
I've been waiting all my life to see you again
Confused friendly fire
Politicians to be put on trial
They make their
up to me
Y'all gonna have to learn to shoot
Or get a degree that you
Could only earn at Duke
Cause, duke, you be wilding duke
You be tripping
Tried
ever-changing
I'm not going down man, we had an arrangement
Jump up like it don't meant nothin'
Tell the world just to fuckin' suck it
Dukes up, yeah we come out
I got this rap shit sewed
And when my MAC unloads I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot
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