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tummy tuck - tb duke lyrics

[intro]
ayy, uh*uh*uh*uh*uh
ayy, uh*uh*uh*uh*uh
ayy, uh*uh*uh*uh
ayy, look, uh

[chorus]
i’m steady sippin’ on this drank (on gang)
lil’ bro said he need some mo’ (some mo’)
always worried ’bout a n*gga
think that how he lost his ho (how he lost his ho’)
bro been creepin’ all them nights
tryna add one to that score (go get ’em)
if the police get behind me, don’t be scared, that sh*t too slow, uh (that sh*t too slow)
ayy bro, where my double cup? (d*mn)
ar make his tummy tuck (tummy tuck)
half y’all n*ggas beefin’ ’bout a b*tch, y’all boys be ho as f*ck
swear that if i call big bruh, he pull up, knock the block down (ayy)
flexin’ wit’ them sticks but ain’t gon’ blow, like, “put that sh*t down”, like, uh (put that sh*t down)
[verse]
make ’em get round
out here goin’ broke about a b*tch
look how that sh*t sound (look how that sh*t sound)
boy, we slidin’ dirty behind tints, n*ggas get bl!cked down (bl!cked down)
all thе hoes ain’t wanna f*ck back then, they know i’m lit now (thеy know i’m lit)
crossin’ every ho up off my list that’s gettin’ hit now (on gang)
oh, he tried to run? (don’t run)
we got h*lla’ guns, get that switch, let’s go have fun, ayy (let’s go have fun)
swear, i drop that bag, broke opp n*ggas, they get it done, ayy (gettin’ it done)
tell ’em, “keep on talkin'”, we gon’ catch you one by one, then you done, ayy
and we gon’ step til’ all you n*ggas dead, ayy (yeah)
no i ain’t aimin’ at no legs, i’m tryna hit yo’ head, ayy (tryna hit yo’ head)
catch that boy again, i swear, i’m knockin’ off his dreads (knockin’ off his dreads)
bro havin’ a bad day, he pop out and he see red, ayy (red)

[chorus]
i’m steady sippin’ on this drank
lil’ bro said he need some mo’ (some mo’)
always worried ’bout a n*gga
think that how he lost his ho (how he lost his ho)
bro been creepin’ all them nights
tryna add one to that score (on gang)
if the police get behind me, don’t be scared, that sh*t too slow, uh (that sh*t too slow)
ayy bro, where my double cup?
ar make his tummy tuck (tummy tuck)
half y’all n*ggas beefin’ ’bout a b*tch, y’all boys be ho as f*ck
swear that if i call big bruh, he pull up, knock the block down (knock that block down)
flexin’ wit’ them sticks but ain’t gon’ blow, like, “put that sh*t down”, like, uh (put that sh*t down)
[outro]
ayy, like, “put that sh*t down”
pull up wit’ rocks, pull up wit’ drakes, knock that b*tch down, like
ayy, they go—, knockin’ that b*tch down
pull up, we gettin’ his sh*t, n*gga, takin’ his sh*t
like, “lil’ bro, get round”, like

- tb duke lyrics

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