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general - your auntie lyrics

[intro: your auntie
(ayy*ayy kevlar, that muhf*cker fire)
wee (i wish kevlar cooked the beat)
it’s me and duke bro alright lets go

[verse 1: duke dennis]
boy, a n*gga done made me mad, so i smashed on his momma and i’m f*ckin’ on his b*tch
almost f*cked his baby momma too, that n*gga ain’t tried me since
ridin’ through the trenches, stand on business, five percent this tinted
if you my dawg, won’t cross you out or backdoor, you a ’bout a b*tch
if you my dawg, won’t cross you out or backdoor, you a ’bout a hoe
one of ‘em rap, one of ’em act, i’m that n*gga, i f*cked ’em both
really been chillin’, might f*ck up the city if my n*ggas with it
i’m outside, wrist and mouth be glistenin’, cost a couple digits
yo’ ig crush be in my dm tryna f*ck some
i put my chain around my nеck whenever i f*ck on hеr
your bro a b*tch, we use that n*gga just for store runs
come shoot your shot at me, i promise i won’t say nun’
you let these hoes play in your face and then it’s game over
i’m reppin’ dee block, amp, so i can’t change on ’em
can’t stay the same, bro, i got brain while in the range rover
stay in my lane, these n*ggas lame, so they be hatin’ on me
i tell my young n*ggas to chill, so sh*t won’t pop off
ever since i put on ritz, b*tch, i’ve been feelin’ like a rockstar
baby, you are not my b*tch, so i don’t give a f*ck ’bout your roster
if i’m not who you with, then i don’t give a f*ck about you
[verse 2: your auntie]
woah, woah, woah
i’m in the game, yeah
they mad that i’m gettin’ the fame
and this girl be so sad when it rain
they be furries, they talk about grrrrr
yeah, and they don’t like the light
i got a white girl, she so fine
you don’t wanna cuddle with me, it’s alright
she sweet like pepper, she some spice
yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, ha, hanger
let’s play some hangman, yeah, i’m rayman
and all i got is fake friends, and that’s why
i don’t want no friends
i’m sick and tired of your mans
you n*ggas hatin’ cause you a fan
it’s time to show

[verse 3: duke dennis & your auntie]
these internet n*ggas, they won’t try me
’cause they know what’s up
you say my name, we do some sh*t
then you gon’ know it’s us
i call davo, and i call dre
them n*ggas get to bustin’
ain’t with that soft sh*t, tell that b*tch
we can’t hold hands in public
i’on f*ck with ig hoes, ’cause
them hoes don’t mind they business
they be all up in my likes
my comments, even in my mentions
i’on like the public or social media in my business
if i find out that you ran your mouth about me
b*tch, you finished (like, b*tch, you gone, ayy)
(get off my phone, ayy)
(delete my number, b*tch, you blocked
leave me alone, ayy)
(like, b*tch, you gone, ayy)
(get off my phone, ayy)
(delete my number, b*tch, you blocked
leave me alone, ayy)
(okay, okay)

- your auntie lyrics

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