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boo boo - duvy lyrics

[intro: duvy]
(ooh, j mak)
(m*m*m10 productions)
it’s duvy, 17
oh*woah

[chorus: duvy]
i bet you want meet him, ‘eet him
up with them demons, believe him
two*seater, when i cop whip, the passenger gon’ be my heater
billie jean her, dash quick
on mj, man, no, i won’t beat her
she past tense, can’t see ’em
thought you don’t know, boy, who’s teaching?
can tell in a minute, could see that i’m winnin’
the vibe, the shawty, the feelin’
the grassway still trappin’, i’m livin’
i ain’t been home for a minute
won’t speak what i’m hearin’
can’t sleep ’til a milly
won’t dare it, how dare it
[verse 1: duvy]
i ran with that k!ll*k!ll
my n*gga, he k!ll bill
we roll with that steel, styll
i hope we don’t stay here
put you on your knees, yeah
you be my lil’ care bear
them built up with fear, near
my b*tch want some new nails, she cool here
do you for a reason
i got a purpose, you movin’ nervous
hit it and burn it, flames fired
devil, he searchin’
tryna catch me, i think they be cursin’
six b*tches with me, they cuddlin’
they lovin’ in foam, bubblin’
i gotta go, money be stackin’
up with them demons, believe it

[chorus: duvy]
i bet you want meet him, ‘eet him
up with them demons, believe him
two*seater, when i cop whip, the passenger gon’ be my heater
billie jean her, dash quick
on mj, man, no, i won’t beat her
she past tense, can’t see ’em
thought you don’t know, boy, who’s teaching?
can tell in a minute, could see that i’m winnin’
the vibe, the shawty, the feelin’
the grassway still trappin’, i’m livin’
i ain’t been home for a minute
won’t speak what i’m hearin’
can’t sleep ’til a milly
won’t dare it, how dare it
[verse 2: koopa]
i gotta plan to get these bands
they gave me the game and i ran with it
i took his pack, no giving back
we hit the strip and i ran with it
we spin it back, now he doing track
broski call me, and i ran with him
we hit the trap, now b, hit my jack
i told him, “meet me in the back with it”
i dare him, we them youngings that you fearin’
i’m hearin’, pull up, i told my brother to air it
no fair, no fair, you really thought that i care
beware, beware ’cause these them youngings that you fear
soon fawad, yeah, i’m near
i roll it up and put smoke in the air
i’m feelin’ this one b*tch, but i need a pair
i don’t pop pus’, my shooters aware
i got the drip, and she lovin’ my flair
she love the trip so i don’t even care
pour a lot, boy, i hope you prepared
we going up and we can’t stop here

- duvy lyrics

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