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lil nigga - fbg duck lyrics

[intro: fbg duck]
like, gingerbread mane, man
i hear they sayin’ what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga
a motherucker already know, man, we ’bout to turn up in this motherf*cker
let’s get it
don’t i always go crazy?
i’m smokin’ dope
shout out to the gang (gang*gang)
sheesh
see you sayin’ what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga (turn up)
aight, they talkin’, they talkin’ (turn up), these n*ggas ain’t go do sh*t (turn up)
who the f*ck you gon’ do with that tool, lil’ n*gga? (ayy, ayy)
took my shooter out the cut, then put him on the roof, lil’ n*gga (woo)
[chorus: fbg duck]
ayy, what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga? (ayy)
(what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga?)
i see you all on the internet sayin’ what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga (no)
(i ain’t got time to pick a fight with you, lil’ n*gga)
who you gon’ do with that tool, lil’ n*gga? (i don’t know)
(that’s what i’m tryna see right now)
took my shooter out the motherf*ckin’ cut, then put him on the roof, lil’ n*gga (woo)
(bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, baow)
red dots aimed at you, lil’ n*gga (grrat)
(red dots aimed at you, lil’ n*gga)
put a hole in your motherf*ckin’ hat like a froot loop, lil’ n*gga (fbg sh*t)
(there he go, better duck your fruit, lil’ n*gga)
i’ll stomp you out with my timberland boots, lil’ n*gga (fbg, b*tch)
(with my timberland boots, lil’ n*gga)
you gon’ keep talkin’ that sh*t ’til you lose your tooth, lil’ n*gga (turn up)

[verse 1: fbg duck]
you are not real, you can’t walk in my shoes, lil’ n*gga (no, woo)
(can’t walk in my shoes, lil’ n*gga)
took my shooter out the motherf*ckin’ cut, then put him on the roof, lil’ n*gga (bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, baow)
thirty shots aimed at you, lil’ n*gga
(thirty shots aimed at you and your crew, lil’ n*gga)
spot his ass, shot his ass, got his ass, better not move, lil’ n*gga
(got his ass, got his ass, cl!ck*clack, baow, turn up)
hop in the foreign goin’ yoom, lil’ n*gga (yoom, yoom, skrrt)
all my shooters gon’ shoot, all of ’em goons, lil’ n*gga (baow, baow)
(st. lawrence, st. lawrence)
you say your gun hold a mop, mine hold a broom, lil’ n*gga (bah, bah, bah, baow, n*gga)
all these guns i tote, they’ll [?] lil’ n*gga (brrt, bah)
the streets are not for you, better stay in school, lil’ n*gga (no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
want to go to war with me? okay, cool, lil’ n*gga (okay, cool, true)
you not gettin’ no money, why you frontin’ your move, lil’ n*gga? (why you frontin’ your move, lil’— money)
i don’t really trust n0body, but my tool, lil’ n*gga, gang (baow, woo)
[chorus: fbg duck]
ayy, what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga? (ayy)
(what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga?)
i see you all on the internet sayin’ what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga (no)
(i ain’t got time to pick a fight with you, lil’ n*gga)
who you gon’ do with that tool, lil’ n*gga? (i don’t know)
(that’s what i’m tryna see right now)
took my shooter out the motherf*ckin’ cut, then put him on the roof, lil’ n*gga (woo)
(bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, baow)
red dots aimed at you, lil’ n*gga (grrat)
(red dots aimed at you, lil’ n*gga)
put a hole in your motherf*ckin’ hat like a froot loop, lil’ n*gga
(there he go, better duck your fruit, lil’ n*gga)
i’ll stomp you out with my timberland boots, lil’ n*gga
(with my timberland boots, lil’ n*gga)
you gon’ keep talkin’ that sh*t ’til you lose your tooth, lil’ n*gga

[verse 2: gingerbread mane]
it’s ginger and duck, tell me, who the f*ck is you, lil’ n*gga?
i shoot, i bust shots, have you runnin’ out your shoes, lil’ n*gga
you can call me your pops, i’m comin’ with the broom and i clean room, lil’ n*gga
like jojo, i f*ck your moms, jojo world, lil’ n*gga
r.i.p. to the flow, i’m sorry the flow had to go, lil’ n*gga
you mad ’cause she wanna f*ck me and she don’t wanna f*ck you, lil’ n*gga?
you a lame if you ain’t smokin’ dope, [?] cool, lil’ n*gga
you ain’t gettin’ no money, [?] is you a rude, lil’ n*gga?
you can catch me on white plains road with the bros, i’m a fly lil’ n*gga
you can catch me with the hoes on the block, gettin’ high, lil’ n*gga
and yeah, i got my gun on me, so if a n*gga act up, you gettin’ shot, lil’ n*gga
six feet deep, put yo in the box, lil’ n*gga
[chorus: fbg duck]
ayy, what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga? (ayy)
(what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga?)
i see you all on the internet sayin’ what you gon’ do, lil’ n*gga (no)
(i ain’t got time to pick a fight with you, lil’ n*gga)
who you gon’ do with that tool, lil’ n*gga? (i don’t know)
(that’s what i’m tryna see right now)
took my shooter out the motherf*ckin’ cut, then put him on the roof, lil’ n*gga (woo)
(bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, bah*bah, baow)
red dots aimed at you, lil’ n*gga (grrat)
(red dots aimed at you, lil’ n*gga)
put a hole in your motherf*ckin’ hat like a froot loop, lil’ n*gga
(there he go, better duck your fruit, lil’ n*gga)
i’ll stomp you out with my timberland boots, lil’ n*gga
(with my timberland boots, lil’ n*gga)
you gon’ be talkin’ that sh*t ’til you lose your tooth, lil’ n*gga

- fbg duck lyrics

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