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duckin smoke - mac ty lyrics

[intro: mac ty]
no, we ain’t duckin’ no smoke
we want everything come with this sh*t
(nolack, go pop his ass, the f*ck you doin’?)
let’s go

[verse 1: mac ty & glorilla]
i ain’t never duckin’ smoke, you play and i’ma get you gone (outta here)
say you like to pray, i got some sh*t gon’ send a n*gga home (on god)
i don’t see how i missed, i could’ve sworn i hit your collarbone (d*mn)
my n*ggas in jail, when they get out, i throw my dog a bone (dog a bone)
white boy in new york gon’ set up traps just like it’s home alone (home alone)
slidin’ with a chopper, i’m a rockstar, feel like post malone (post malone)
lil’ b*tch put the d*ck all down her throat, she got a chokеr on (b*tch)
i see you n*ggas anywhere, i gotta do you n*ggas wrong (uh)
took too many loses in thеse streets, it turned me to a beast (to a dog)
anytime i’m on a drill, i tell my mama pray for me (ayy, mama, pray for me)
b*tch told me she love me, aight, ho, go buy this drac’ for me (buy this drac’)
i’m really top three out of my city and i’m not number three (facts)
go pick your n*gga up
i found your block on google maps, i gotta pick that semi up
goin’ to jail really ain’t sh*t, b*tch, i don’t give a f*ck
put that d*ck all in her ribs, she say she can’t get enough
carbon 15 or the aug gon’ rip that n*gga up
ayy, my baby mama trippin’, i’il just go make another baby (on god)
i’ma pop out with a hundred racks and see these n*ggas’ faces (racks)
designer fabric with the four*five how i’m feelin’ lately (bah)
runnin’ through so many guns, i’m comin’ like the f*ckin’ navy
i promise this sh*t easy, they won’t let me in the f*ckin’ door
why you lying like you caught the body? you ain’t up the score (you cappin’)
finna turn up with this rappin’ sh*t and give my n*ggas hope (glorilla)
invest in all the trappers, everybody ’round me sellin’ dope
[verse 2: glorilla]
and all my n*ggas kinda old (old as h*ll)
make a n*gga my b*tch, flip the script, it ain’t no gender roles
didn’t even feel your n*gga when we linked, get out your feelings, ho (now he sad)
wasn’t even finna take that n*gga down, b*tch, don’t tempt me, though
he say i’m his dream girl, told this b*tch shut up and listen, ho (shut up, b*tch)
fall in love, i bet not, ain’t no n*gga that i’m trippin’ on (swear to god)
he say he got the gaffle and i’m who he trying to spend it on (gimme that)
well, walk it like you talk it, n*gga, show me that you pigeon*toed (duck ass)
don’t even rap ’bout gangster sh*t no more ’cause i don’t do the sh*t
but just ’cause i don’t do it now don’t mean that i ain’t do it, b*tch (facts)
still that same lil’ tweaker, but i been tryna mature and sh*t
i can’t quit, like mc hammer, gotta know i’m too legit
i’m built for this, too cold, need a quilt for this
they gon’ die ’bout my respect, that mean i’ma live for it (on the gang)
he want me to ride or die, well, buy me a new whip and sh*t (skrrt)
how you call me lame as h*ll, but quotin’ all my lyrics, b*tch? you weird as sh*t
looking like a meal, but they can’t even get a sample (get a sample)
he want me to be his bm ’cause he like that i’m a rapper
got ’em lookin’ up to me, lil durk might call me the example
i can guide ’em through this sh*t, but ain’t no b*tch checkin’ my channel, ayy (facts)
i be on my n*gga ass, he say i’m a nagger
if i get to talkin’ too much sh*t, then come make me a gagger, ayy
yes, i was before that b*tch, but still look like the after
and it’s perks to bein’ a lil’ b*tch ’cause i got the moves like jagger, on the gang

- mac ty lyrics

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