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black ops - duke deuce lyrics

[intro: duke deuce]
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)

what the f*ck?

[chorus: duke deuce]
f*ck n*gga, what you claim? where you from? (where you from, b*tch?)
how the f*ck (ha) you goin’ to war with a don? (ha)
black ops sh*t, b*tch, we go dumb (dah*dah*dah*dah)
make a n*gga flame your block like saddam (saddam)
f*ck n*gga, what you claim? where you from? (what? what? what?)
how the f*ck you goin’ to war with a don? (how the f*ck you goin’ to war?)
black ops sh*t, b*tch, we go dumb
make a n*gga flame your block like saddam (what the f*ck!)
[verse 1: duke deuce]
f*ckin’ with the deucifer, just know sh*t get scary
.40 with a d*ck, pop a p*ssy n*gga cherry
made men mafia, a gangster military
f*ck one thotty, k!ll ’em all, very necessary (ayy, ayy)
nah, i ain’t f*ckin’ ’round, hater, rest in peace (what? what?)
f*ck n*gga talkin’, “wow,” hit ’em with the heat (brrrt)
chasin’ clout, talkin’ loud, sound like the police (police)
f*ck yo’ man, gloaw*glaow, hit they block for weeks (hit they block for weeks)
sh*t can get real sinister, you thought i won’t remember ya’ (uh)
send you p*ssy n*ggas a lil’ gift, i will december ya’ (uh)
got some brothers claimin’ what you rep, they is not feelin’ ya’ (feelin’ ya’)
they be talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ ya’ (k!llin’ ya’)
smoke you like some indica (what the f*ck!)

[chorus: duke deuce]
f*ck n*gga, what you claim? where you from? (ayy, where you from, b*tch?)
how the f*ck (ha) you goin’ to war with a don? (ha)
black ops sh*t, b*tch, we go dumb (dah*dah*dah*dah)
make a n*gga flame your block like saddam (saddam)
f*ck n*gga, what you claim? where you from? (what? what? what?)
how the f*ck you goin’ to war with a don? (how the f*ck you goin’ to war?)
black ops sh*t, b*tch, we go dumb
make a n*gga flame your block like saddam

[verse 2: big moochie grape]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (yes, sir)
we posted in east haiti and we get off with the bonds (get off the bonds)
servin’ that sack and my lil’ n*gga got him a strap (uh, uh) so big it could take off your arm (fah*fah)
big moochie grape, b*tch, you know i’m the don (big moochie)
left wrist still one*of*one, uh (one*of*one)
young n*gga shinin’ hard just like the sun (yeah)
one*twenty just for my son (yes, sir)
uh, back home, they treat me like god in the slums (uh*huh)
having some fun with these funds (racks)
uh, my lil’ n*gga seventeen, got him a gun (seventeen)
and he ain’t goin’ for nothin’ (nothin’)
uh, i’m the young n*gga, turn nothing to somethin’ (uh*huh)
youngest og, b*tch, i’m pushin’ the b*ttons (pushin’ the b*ttons)
every piece on the young n*gga be flooded (ice)
see me an opp’, bare hands, then we flush ’em (frrt)
flooded with racks, yeah (yeah)
real n*gga carry a mac, yeah (woo)
762 out the ‘cat, yeah (woo, woo)
hit his ass up then we scratch, yeah (skrrt)
black op, but you can’t get ’em back, yeah (uh*huh, uh*huh)
and all these n*gga be cap, yeah (they be cap)
i put them racks straight on ya’ cap, yeah (straight on ya’ cap)
they take your ass right off the map
yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: duke deuce]
f*ck n*gga, what you claim? where you from? (where you from, b*tch?)
how the f*ck (ha) you goin’ to war with a don? (ha*ha)
black ops sh*t, b*tch, we go dumb (b*tch, we go dumb)
make a n*gga flame your block like saddam (like saddam)
f*ck n*gga, what you claim? where you from? (what? what? what?)
how the f*ck you goin’ to war with a don? (how the f*ck you goin’ to war? ha*ha)
black ops sh*t, b*tch, we go dumb (bah*bah)
make a n*gga flame your block like saddam

[outro: duke deuce]
what the f*ck?
ayy, ayy, b*tch
yeah*yeah*yeah, ho
f*ck you talmbout’, b*tch?
grr*rr*rr*rr

- duke deuce lyrics

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