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mystery - duvy lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
long live all my bloodies, free all my bloodies
real ones, trill ones
yeah, yo smallz!

[hook]
mess up, hit the boy, sh*t a mystery
gloves on, mystery, always keep that bl!cky
he don’t do no in*betweens
more money we counting, got fashion, don’t need no stylist
b*tch i got this like it’s meant for me, guide me to my enemies

[verse]
they say it’s smoke, but they don’t puff a lot, they don’t slide a lot
in and out blocks we tour the whole spot
could of bought me a nice necklace, i spent tеn, i got more locks
better watch that sh*t you saying, wе pop out cuts and we kicking doors and all
that b*tch ain’t for your team, she dropped a low, she said bored again
now my spots open with bricks
i swear i give bronem some sticks
we mixing jugs, don’t do the mix
ain’t no problem we can’t fix
i was broke right in the trenches
you see celine behind them tints
we dropped blood, balenci stain
i bang b’s, die for the set, not everybody like that
if you go out, i’ll fight back
hold my phone, i’ll be right back
sh*t a mystery, sliding around a mystery
forever we make history
if they score that sh*t a victory
i need seven*six*two, right now
it’s a bl**dy playground
p*ssy boy don’t play around
they say “you the man of the town”
if you can’t hold me down
we make a stamp, hear me out
we pull of quick, take favourite route
[hook]
mess up, hit the boy, sh*t a mystery
gloves on, mystery, always keep that bl!cky
he don’t do no in*betweens
more money we counting, got fashion, don’t need no stylist
b*tch i got this like it’s meant for me, guide me to my enemies

[okbrazy’s verse]
a lot of n*ggas frenemies
[?] why i grip my heat
i don’t want these f*ckboys next to me
shoot up the spot, it’s a mystery
f*ck with the opps, can’t hear you speak
bro got a [?], you can get it for cheap
sticks and jugs, like what do you need?
[?] and go ot
get and close and get cold feet
have you seen anybody d*i*e
f*ck the twelve, we take them on a high speed chase
f*ck the twelve, we take them on a high speed chase
can’t slow down because we all got our pipes b
for real

- duvy lyrics

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