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woo woo - fbg duck lyrics

[intro: fbg duck]
(marlee b on the beat)
whoo (whoo), whoo (whoo)
whoo (whoo), whoo (whoo), whoo (whoo), gang (gang)
heh? let’s get it, turn up, turn up
um, turn up, um, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
(whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)

[chorus: fbg duck]
b*tch, i be ballin’ (whoo), that ain’t nothin’ new (whoo, whoo)
’cause that’s the type of sh*t that i like to do (whoo, whoo)
your b*tch goin’ (whoo), she gon’ f*ck the crew (whoo, gang)
but that b*tch thick as f*ck, she made me go “whoo” (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
b*tch, i be ballin’ (whoo), that ain’t nothin’ new (whoo, whoo)
’cause that’s the type of sh*t that i like to do (fbg sh*t)
your b*tch goin’, she gon’ f*ck the crew (fbg, b*tch)
but that b*tch thick as f*ck, she made me go “whoo” (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
[verse 1: fbg duck]
i been gettin’ money, that ain’t nothin’ new
you f*ck with me, i f*ck with you, free dutchie, b*tch, that’s number 2
ballin’ like mj, i f*cked your girlfriend in ten days
now her friend wanna kick it, so tonight i’m gon’ be sеnsei
turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, let’s get this b*tch rockin’
my hittеrs trained to go, so you n*ggas better stop it
cole f*cked your b*tch and then passed her like an option
a lot of n*ggas wanna be me, but they can’t, that’s why they copy
i like to flex, that’s why i’m c*cky, fbg my posse
your b*tch goin’ probably if i get her off the molly
call double*0, told him to call uncle molly
i be bussin’ so f*ckin’ hard that i might catch a body
i was walkin’ up the deuce, doin’ what i do
i saw this b*tch, thick as sh*t that she made me go “whoo”
and i told her, “get in tune,” that b*tch wanna f*ck the crew
after i told her he was and the type of sh*t we do, heh

[chorus: fbg duck & fbg cash]
b*tch, i be ballin’ (whoo), that ain’t nothin’ new (whoo, whoo)
’cause that’s the type of sh*t that i like to do (whoo, whoo)
your b*tch goin’ (whoo), she gon’ f*ck the crew (whoo, gang)
but that b*tch thick as f*ck, she made me go “whoo” (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
b*tch, i be ballin’ (whoo), that ain’t nothin’ new (whoo, whoo)
’cause that’s the type of sh*t that i like to do (whoo, whoo)
your b*tch goin’ (cash, cash), she gon’ f*ck the crew
but that b*tch thick as f*ck (cash, cash), she made me go “whoo”
[verse 2: fbg cash]
i talk nba sh*t, but i’m not a hooper (no “b00bie” johnson)
just a st. lawrence villain, guns for my shooters (boom, boom, boom, boom)
shout out my n*gga duck, but you won’t get a quack (that’s number 3)
call number 1 and get a n*gga whacked (that’s number 1)
last night i met a b*tch slidin’ up the deuce (skrrt, let’s get it)
she ain’t drink dark, so i got that b*tch some goose (let’s get it)
took her to the crib, stretch her, now her p*ssy loose (and now she stretched out)
her head was off the chain, made a n*gga “whoo” (uh, uh, uh, tell ’em)
got a b*tch from new york, i nicknamed her knicks (that’s carmelo)
we could’ve had a family, but she drunk my kids (and that’s so sick)
cashout ain’t got hoes? n*ggas trippin’ (you must be stupid)
tonight i’m off a molly, i might f*ck a midget (tonight that n*gga foolish)
no more countin’ twenties ’cause my n*ggas countin’ fifties (those ben franks)
tonight i’m in the factory, so i called up [?] (what it do?)
v.i.p. sh*t, b*tch, you better have a pass (you better)
no more cashout, b*tch, my name is cash (ching*ching, ching*ching), gang

- fbg duck lyrics

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