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sorry - fbg duck lyrics

[intro: fbg duck]
(jay storm)
heh?
most of these n*ggas try to play hard, but they p*ssy
boy, these n*ggas know they p*ssy
most of these n*ggas think they pros, but they rookies
ooh, turn up
(jay storm)
i told them b*tches i don’t catch feelings, i’m sorry (hahahahaha, skrrt, i’m not)
i ain’t signin’ no deal if it’s not for the mill’, i’m sorry
ooh, gang, turn up
[chorus: fbg duck]
b*tch, i’m a pro in the game and most of these n*ggas is rookies (b*tch)
most of them try to play hard, but some of ’em should have a p*ssy (ooh)
i don’t do this sh*t for me, i do this sh*t for the fam (let’s get it)
i just be keepin’ it real ’cause real n*gga just who i am (ah, d*mn)
i be tellin’ these b*tches that i don’t catch feelings, i’m sorry (no, no)
i ain’t signin’ no deal if it’s not for the millions, i’m sorry (d*mn)
try to play me, the shootеr come shoot up the building, i’m sorry (brrt)
bullets start flyin’, now you hidin’ your childrеn, i’m sorry (brrt)

[verse 1: bundlez & fbg duck]
diamonds flashin’ like polaroids, got h*lla bands in my [?] (bands)
b*tch, these is trues, [?] is true, everything i got more than you (godd*mn)
burn the dope like some motor oil, jettin’ on b*tches, i know that it’s [?] you (squad)
frontin’ your move, you and your dudes, why you go overboard? (ooh)
ridin’ in foreigns and [?] them foreigns, my life on a [?] cruise (ooh)
lettin’ off shots, poppin’ at opps, now his ass see*through
i been trappin’ back in the day, i would sell dope with no hope, man, i had no way
now all i do is ball, mvp, i’m [?] first place (goof’*ass)
she all on my d*ck ’cause of duck, that b*tch, she so popped, she so strung (gang)
everything we in designer, you know that designer on us (designer)
call up my hitters for missions, light this b*tch up like it’s christmas (brrt)
i’m ballin’, they say that i’m gifted, tell the b*tch “no,” i just get it (i get it)

[chorus: fbg duck]
b*tch, i’m a pro in the game and most of these n*ggas is rookies (b*tch)
most of them try to play hard, but some of ’em should have a p*ssy (ooh)
i don’t do this sh*t for me, i do this sh*t for the fam (let’s get it)
i just be keepin’ it real ’cause real n*gga just who i am (ah, d*mn)
i be tellin’ these b*tches that i don’t catch feelings, i’m sorry (fbg sh*t)
i ain’t signin’ no deal if it’s not for the millions, i’m sorry (heh? fbg, b*tch)
try to play me, the shooter come shoot up the building, i’m sorry (skrrt)
(gang*gang)
bullets start flyin’, now you hidin’ your children, i’m sorry (ooh, skrrt)
[verse 2: fbg duck]
i was a young n*gga, but ain’t no b*tches want me (no, no)
but i rap now, so all these b*tches on me (ah, d*mn)
i be thinkin’ like, “a lot of n*ggas phony” (true)
my lyrics sick as f*ck, the mic just threw up on ’em (argh)
whole lot of money like i hit the lotto (money, money)
n*gga try to play me, i’m clappin’ like bravo (brrt, bah)
don’t play games ’cause i don’t like arcades (at all, no)
they can’t see me like four pair of dark shades (d*mn)
yes, i am lookin’ for victims, who wanna volunteer? (goof’*ass)
most of these n*ggas is rookies, get the f*ck outta here (goof’*ass)
n*ggas be talkin’ all down on the gang, but they know we go h*lla hard (goof’*ass)
and if you think that you f*ckin’ with us, you should shoot yourself, tell them, “bah” (bah, bah)

- fbg duck lyrics

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