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Munna Duke – INTRO Lyrics

Munna Duke – INTRO ( Lyrics ) Letra Munna Duke Munna Duke – INTRO ( Lyrics )
Intro: King Von
King David, I got racks, on God, I just bought my mama a crib, I just bought me a crib
I got cars, money, I just bought all folksnem chains, I done passed it out, I’m talkin’ money, on O, he decent
Lawyers out the ass, on O, we up, on King David, on foenem, Duke and I’m finna buy me whatever, on foenem, we up
(Noble King Ali on the beat)
(BFG)

Chorus: Munna Duke
Sittin’ in the cell, prayin’ that I make it home
Steady lookin’ at the clock like, “Damn it’s takin’ long” (Damn, damn)
Got niggas doin’ count and got niggas doin’ months
Bitch-ass celly, worried ‘bout, is his girl gettin’ fucked? (What? What? What?)
I tell him, “Is you worried ‘bout a bitch or is you worried about the O?”
The only thing that’s on my mind is tryna put my mama up (On gang)
See in this life, it’s stack or starve, or it’s killed you or be killed
I ain’t let these bitches get up on my rent to pay the bills (Nah, nah)
Niggas actin’ like they gangster, but they really be the pigs
I ain’t let them trick me out the streets, I’m stickin’ to the deal
Anytime I’m in these fuckin’ streets, that 40 got a steel (Bah, bah)
Play with me, fuck this fire, then his ass gettin’ killed (Bah. bah, bah)

Verse: Munna Duke
Back to the story though, I’m really hungry though
Tryna prep’ a Millie, make a mil’, at the same time though
They told me get in the booth and let my mind lose control (On gang)
Still gon’ cop that Presidential, I don’t do no rose gold (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was jammed up, when I got that one call (Damn, damn)
Prayin’ like, “Hell nah (Nah), nigga playin’ ball-ball” (Nah)
But it still Get Back Gang, you know it’s one, one-for-all
Play with one of my dawgs, we gon’ come and stretch ‘em all, bitch (Bitch)

Sittin’ in the cell, prayin’ that I make it home
Steady lookin’ at the clock like, “Damn it’s takin’ long”
Got niggas doin’ count and got niggas doin’ months
Bitch-ass celly, worried ‘bout, is his girl gettin’ fucked? (What? What? What?)
I tell him, “Is you worried ‘bout a bitch or is you worried about the O?”
The only thing that’s on my mind is tryna put my mama up
See in this life, it’s stack or starve, or it’s killed you or be killed
I ain’t let these bitches get up on my rent to pay the bills (Nah, nah, nah)
Niggas actin’ like they gangster, but they really be the pigs (On gang)
I ain’t let them trick me out the streets, I’m stickin’ to the deal (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Anytime I’m in these fuckin’ streets, that 40 got a steel
Play with me, fuck this fire, then his ass gettin’ killed (Bah. bah, bah, bah)

Outro: Munna Duke
Bitch, on gang
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Leblanco ft. Chardy – Beat It Lyrics

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Yuzzo Mwamba – Beki tatu Lyrics

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Sipo one x Ro Camarena x Freciso “La presión” Letra

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Lil Zay Osama – Love Bug Lyrics

Lil Zay Osama – Love Bug ( Lyrics ) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Love Bug ( Lyrics )
Do you feel it’s forever, bae? I’m curious
I told you I love you, I don’t think you take me serious
I wanna make love to you, I don’t care who hearin’ it
Lay the towel down, I might fuck you on your period, mm
Put that shit on, on the daily
I don’t see you, I go crazy
I’m a gangster
When I sleep, I liked to be hugged like a baby
Fuck ‘em up, let’s get some paper
Bring that shit back to the table
We two love bugs
I’m your baby, you my Jada Wada

Do you feel it’s forever, bae? I’m serious
I tell you I love you, you say it back, I love hearin’ it
Other side of me in the Lamb’, drive that bitch like Fast & Furious
You matchin’ my fly, we both headed to Amiri fit, yeah, yeah
She ain’t for the streets, that’s what she fly from
Show me some attention or I’ma text your phone and start somethin’
I put her in my verses
Tryna stay in one lane, I’m textin’, I’m swervin’
She ain’t got too many bodies, this shit feel like I cracked the virgin
I wanna go rounds now
I may lay the towel down
Let them hear them loud sounds
I wanna have a child now
Just hold me down like Bow Wow
Yeah

Do you feel it’s forever, bae? I’m curious
I told you I love you, I don’t think you take me serious
I wanna make love to you, I don’t care who hearin’ it
Lay the towel down, I might fuck you on your period, mm
Put that shit on, on the daily
I don’t see you, I go crazy
I’m a gangster
When I sleep, I liked to be hugged like a baby
Fuck ‘em up, let’s get some paper
Bring that shit back to the table
We two love bugs
I’m your baby, you my Jada Wada
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Bhole Ka Laadla – Harjas Harjaayi Lyrics

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Lil Zay Osama – Spin Spin Lyrics

Lil Zay Osama – Spin Spin ( Lyrics ) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Spin Spin ( Lyrics)
Uh (Damn, Drako, you made this?)

Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain’t did nothin’ to us
Don’t be mad at me, be mad at your bitch ‘cause she the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain’t done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch ‘cause we do, every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died
Get-back for your homie, stop callin’ my phone with your lil’ police ass
Opps done called my phone like twenty some times screamin’, I know he mad
Fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah

Shout out blood ‘nem, we still doin’ swaps
Shout out foenem on the East Side, my opps, they opps, they know we locked
One of my opps knew to kill hisself ‘cause if he didn’t, we was hittin’ his top
Nigga play with my bro, big folks in jail, ‘fore he came home, we already spinned they block
Hit the opps’ block, tell ‘em pop out, they keep ridin’ ‘round
Y’all get hot cars, don’t even slide on us, broke bitch, stop drivin’ ‘round
Postin’ all them straight-eights on IG, she a straight, I’m firin’ it down
Spin, spin, we ain’t waitin’ ‘til shit start dyin’ down, glah, glah
Pop out ‘bout that cutty and see it comin’, peek-a-boo
I’m into with my cousin, nigga, it’ll be easy gettin’ into it with you
He keep sayin’ niggas know how I’m comin’, no the fuck I don’t, man, who is dude?
You knew me before this rap shit, splat shit, way before YouTube, glah
You gave your bitch your heart, I gave my bitch a Glock
She know her nigga is one of them niggas and I smoke the opps
We know ain’t no killer without no killer, forever fuck the opps
Every time Osama land in one of these cities, take me to the block

Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain’t did nothin’ to us
Don’t be mad at me, be mad at your bitch ‘cause she the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain’t done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch ‘cause we do, every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died
Get-back for your homie, stop callin’ my phone with your lil’ police ass
Opps done called my phone like twenty some times screamin’, I know he mad
Fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah

On foenem
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Mick Jenkins – Farm To Table (feat. Vic Mensa) Lyrics

Mick Jenkins – Farm To Table (feat. Vic Mensa) [ Lyrics Letra] Letra Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – Farm To Table (feat. Vic Mensa) [ Lyrics Letra]
Aye bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Uh smoke straight from the farm I’m on my grow shit

Aye
Reposado to sip
How much I pour ya
She in the Oscar de la renta I might have to de la Hoya
Call my lawyer
Don’t even ask me
Nigga I came, fashionably late
Her style was conde nasty
That Pyrex
Wit tight neck I swallowed my breath
Hers was more of an architectural digest
I digress
Wit our chests we’d both get to speaking our minds
All kinda interior designs
Superior grapes from inferior vines
Switching time zones these is curious times
It’s loose noodles no furious spoons
Fuck the waves if I could bury the moon
I mean
Shit is getting very cartoon

I keep this bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Uh smoke straight from the farm I’m on my grow shit
No boat made our own waves
You hot or cold no lukewarm
Can’t have nobody folding
More coat hangers my way
No low hanging fruit here
I palm trees to the face
Won’t speak hate to my face
Y’all on some hoe shit

Bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Smoke straight the farm I’m on my grow shit

I smoke my own shit man (what’s it called?)

Oh you ain’t heard
Uh huh
This shit from farm to table, had to run it up
I never harmed an ankle
And a distribution chain so major I could start a label
We done got them ’93 boys hotter than Coral Gables
Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off but I’m hardly able
Louis Vuitton liaisons Pierre Mas out of reach of the DA’s arms
And Paris fashion week for perceiving you rappers even having seats
It’s an unwopable waffle, the shit a masterpiece
Some fine art’s Master P
Sidebar cash is king, my large bag of dreams
My daddy went Yankee, his son slanging gasoline
A million in the first three months is like two billion streams
We blowing up like Israel did to Philistines
Gaza strip mobbing through Bethlehem and they rocking Ricks
They bent on us for the way they plundered the continent
Got the world buying plane tickets off of my Ghana trips
I’ve been walking it my nigga now let me talk my shit

Bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Uh 93 from the farm, I smoke my own shit

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Mick Jenkins – Pasta Lyrics

Mick Jenkins – Pasta ( Lyrics ) Letra Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – Pasta ( Lyrics )
Aye
All I see is impostors
Niggas postures is al dente
Rarely kick it without a sensei
Just brick lay
We cut the cornerstone and scrape the
Excess Mortar wit a switchblade
Ain’t no pretty glass houses this way
Y’all got the thrift thang
All this secondhand smoke I’ll pass
Perpetually bitch made
Watch his second hand coast no dap
Niggas can miss me wit the swiss cheese
Gotta fill in those gaps
Don’t wanna see ceilings
Told niggas no cap
Don’t want any feelings I told the dentist no cap
No strap but he just as lethal
Desert eagle through the sands of time
No feathers feeble
I weathered storms and did the pantomime I rarely speak em
Empowered palpable hands
Talcum powdered when you greet him
We move discreetly it would seem that niggas barely take steps
You just don’t know I’m way more lowkey
Meet me on the base clef
I can’t stress
You niggas pray about it I’m the apex

I told niggas befo’
I’ll do a web of lies like Willem Defoe
Gotta look him in his eyes if you really wanna know

These niggas shapeshift
They make scenes
They like to act this shit don’t make sense
Playwrights these muthafuckas is on stages
I’m on the 50
I got a heisman trophy wit me
Stiff arm in my dickies
Rubber boots this shit gets slippery
I’m in no Bottega
A noble savage
I don’t want no betas in my circle
Omega Psi I got a couple dogs that’s purple
You’ll never know who wit me
Shit get thick on this side
All the growth been inside
I toss a roach and let the tints rise
I’m in my bitch ride
She whip that shit like it’s a big wheel
I’m good wit this vibe

I told niggas before
I’ll do a web of lies

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Septum – Butterfly (Frenchcore) Lyrics

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