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mention - fbg duck lyrics

[intro]
you know
you already know what the f-ck i’ma say, you know
gang gang, sh-t’s prolly, all that sh-t that there, you know

[chorus]
first of all, f-ck my enemies
ayy, heard these mothaf-ckas tryna mimic me
ayy, this for all the n-gg-s who be thinkin’ that sh-t swisher sweet
pull up on your block and light that b-tch up like a christmas tree
“word around they gonna rob y’all”, n-gg- please
mothaf-ckas know they -ss’ll die if they mention me
whole gang’ll pull up on your -ss if you mention we
we’ll pull up with all .40 cals if you mention beef, b-tch

[verse 1]
better watch how you talk out your teeth
‘fore we have to stomp you out and leave you on the concrete
n-gg-s talkin’ beef like we won’t pull up with that f-ckin’ heat
give you all the smoke and leave
what the f-ck you mean? we the ones them n-gg-s hated on
cool -ss n-gg-, f-ck your b-tch with my shades on
b-tch done got mad ’cause i f-cked and i couldn’t stay long
steady blowin’ my line up, she needs to call her day phone

[verse 2]
chop him down like a christmas tree
sneak dissin’ we, roll up, smoke your taco like a swisher sweet
woo, woo, hold up, mix the drank up in a lipton tea
and i’m sippin’ blood, but my roll blue like i’m crippin’, c
yeah, fully goin’ off like blip-blip
and the glock goin’ off like bop-bop
and that chop goin’ off like glop-glop
bobby shmurda, n-gg-s h-t like ah-ah
this 100 round shoot a century
last blunt i laced, f-ck my enemies

[verse 3]
we gon’ pull up, shoot a hundred rounds when them n-gg-s deep
we gon’ pull up, shootin’ n-gg-s down, leave ’em in the street
boom-boom-boom, hit his f-ckin’ melon, make his melon leak
i can’t cuff you, baby, ain’t gon’ let your -ss embarr-ss me
ooh, sloppy toppy, awesome jaws ’til i fell asleep
ooh, got my bacon, extra cheese, ain’t no nailin’ me
ooh, shorty sucked my d-ck so good that i can’t feel my knees
ho tried to spin me, not gon’ let her dj pharris me
hold on, get back, n-gg-
you know what? sh-t splat, n-gg-
drac’, no kickback, n-gg-
surprise party, get back, n-gg-
k!ll him dead, kickback, n-gg-
bullets like a french fry, n-gg-
just bought a new gun from france
f-ck around and french fry a n-gg-
hot sh-t, deep fry a n-gg-
k!ll his -ss, retire n-gg-s
missed the socks when we hit your block
spin again, retry, n-gg-
what if he come back to life though?
f-ck it, he gon’ re-die, n-gg-
i’ma k!ll his -ss on sight
i don’t gotta decide, n-gg-

- fbg duck lyrics

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