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whole lotta - duke deuce lyrics

[intro]
yo ali
aye, aye
aye
what the f*ck
aye, aye
b*tch

[chorus]
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d*mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d*mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d*mn bottles
whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta d*mn bottles
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m’s got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta
duke deuce, he got a whole lotta, triple m got a whole lotta

[verse]
whole lotta guala, f*cking on a model, hit em’ with the wand
call me harry potter, n*gga got a problem hit him with the choppa
[?] his ass up but i’m not a bottle
triple m the gang boy you can’t hang
n*gga, you a lame you should be ashamed, we are not the same
money over fame, sticking to the game stay up in your lane
riding with the f*cking top dropped, n*ggas still rocking reebok’s
[?] don’t tick*tock, if we don’t f*ck with you kick rocks
triple m got it on lock, [?] he hot
money [?], hold up f*ck n*gga think not
made man on some big bucks sh*t
disrespect get yo head bust b*tch
watching n*ggas on that suspect sh*t
hoe tripping shouldn’t have f*cked that b*tch
hot boy on some big tough sh*t
throwing sets like f*ck yo clique
[?]
n*gga mad cause i f*cked his b*tch

yeah i told y’all, motherf*cking n*ggas
you already know what’s going on
triple m, triple m, triple m n*gga
broke ass n*ggas can’t f*ck with them n*ggas
yeah b*tch you already know what’s going on n*gga
made man moving b*tch
black haven gang n*gga ain’t sh*t change
sh*t still the same

[verse 2]
yeah, snapping like a gator on a hater
imma player from the himalayas, n*gga you a saver i’m a slayer
got the city on my back like a saddle
money everywhere i’m at like a shadow
n*gga f*ck yo fame it don’t matter
throwing money in the club lets battle
yea, don’t make me send out some soldiers
they will come hunt you just like a vulture
name another n*gga colder
b*tch, i’m from memphis and i’m taking over
these boys keep f*cking my phone up
don’t need no pins b*tch i’m not a bowler
god keep [?] feel like the devil just keep getting closer
run it up, f*ck it up, call me up, get her [?], bust a nut [?]
f*ck around i’m a clown
chop her down hundred rounds all in the f*cking draco
on the gang, hitta gang, shooter gang
with the gang throwing signs out the window
back that, scratch that, n*gga had a set back
but a n*gga back like [?]
think i’m the sh*t like a fart, i keep the pump like a [?]
ain’t talking bad like [?], i f*ck your b*tch i’m a boss
holding it down like an anchor, black haven twisting up fingers
they say the city in danger, duke deuce keep dropping them

- duke deuce lyrics

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