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fatigue - lil duke lyrics

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[chorus: trapboy freddy]
these n-gg-s tired, fatigue
lil’ b-tch fine, pet-te
put my time on freeze
b-tch on blow like breeze
n-gg- on go like green
n-gg-, i’m dope like beans
these n-gg-s bad like fiends
sippin’ on red codeine

[verse 1: lil duke & trapboy freddy]
i like my bankroll neat
keep all my hoes on fleek
on the block, i wasn’t missing a beat
now i get paid just to walk on the beat
talking is cheap
these n-gg-s broke, poor
don’t talk to the po-po
i used to stand at that store
and i had me a spot, i was running through loads
n-gg-s ain’t real, they can’t hang
hit his main b-tch who threw dirt on my name
i can’t feel sh-t, i done been through the pain
don’t do no swerving so stay out my lane
went out sad? no
ask my last ho
can’t get my p-sscode
f-ck the task force
look at me now, i’ma hop in the foreign
first thing i do, i’ma take off the roof
cannot be cuffing a b-tch if she don’t got no morals
so we just call her the swoop
you ain’t been down, you get kicked out the loop
twenty eight hundred my louis v boots
i hit a b-tton on that b-tch, it’s gon’ boost
got the whole hood on my back, no m-sseuse

[chorus: trapboy freddy]
these n-gg-s tired, fatigue
lil’ b-tch fine, pet-te
put my time on freeze
b-tch on blow like breeze
n-gg- on go like green
n-gg-, i’m dope like beans
these n-gg-s bad like fiends
sippin’ on red codeine

[verse 1: trapboy freddy]
come with that drank, we don’t buy the bar
b-tch, i’m straight out of texas, got a lot of oil
ice on my wrist like a hockey puck
got it all out the trap, watch me rocket up
when it come to that beef, got a lot of guns
you can’t talk out of this, i want bodybags
i’m in the trap in the back where the mollies at
got a bag on me now, where to find ’em at
drop a block on the opps, get ’em murdered
trade a block for a box full of burners
beat up that pot like i’m turner
get you whacked, hit the club, we gon’ turn up
b-tch, i’m on go like fatigue on
got me wrappin’ these pounds, getting these p’s off
dope in that pack in the u-haul
put some guns on your street, make you move out
you must’ve fell off, you got greedy
i know all my opps still need me
send a few shots through his beanie
get you a dub if you see him
run to that money, i’m racing
i don’t want that b-tch, she basic
just bought a chain and a bracelet
got kicked off the plane, they was racist

[chorus: trapboy freddy]
these n-gg-s tired, fatigue
lil’ b-tch fine, pet-te
put my time on freeze
b-tch on blow like breeze
n-gg- on go like green
n-gg-, i’m dope like beans
these n-gg-s bad like fiends
sippin’ on red codeine

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