WTF! - Duke Deuce

See my ice, she see my whip, the bitch gon' blow like good C4

I’m the gang, he the gang, she the gang, we the gang, sticking to them Triple M

codes

I don’t know nobody realer, I’m really eatin' steaks with some muhfuckin'

killers

You must want Anna like Miller

Bitch, I’m rich, I drop off the scriller to hitters

Still on my toes like Thriller

Hoes by the two’s, one chocolate, and one is vanilla

And bitch, I own all my cars, I ain’t nothin' like these rap niggas

On God

Nigga, what the fuck?!

(Huh?)

Nigga, what the fuck?!

(Nigga, what the fuck?!)

Bitch, what the fuck?!

(What, what, what?)

Bitch, what the fuck?!

(Bitch, what the fuck?!)

What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)

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What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)

What the (What?), What the fuck?!

What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)

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What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)

What the (What?), What the fuck?!

Fuck the laws, lil' bitch, I’m hot

Cock the Glock, get popped, get dropped

This not a hard top, this the drop (The drop)

Put me on any beat, I bet I pop (I pop)

Nigga really talking like Duke ain’t the hardest

Rap game janitor, take out the garbage

Styling, I can drip a shirt out of Target

Black and white money, I’m in everybody market

Lacking never, gangsta forever

Why pay a shooter?

I can shoot the shit better

Bottom plastic, the top is metal

Shoot 'em, bow-bow, leave his soul in the weather

I did it, I done it, now tell me who better

Don’t play with Duke Deuce, that’s a whole 'nother level

Wherever, whenever, pop shit on whoever

Protected by God, but the choppa the devil (Yeah, yeah)

Two-toned pendant, but the center rose gold

Leave your ho 'cause she might get stole

I was out late, you was under your ho

You ain’t got no grind, can’t meet your goals

Everybody know I’m that nigga, but don’t nobody know you, nigga

Money ain’t fall in my lap

Half of these rappers ain’t winnin' off trap, nigga, we know you cap

Niggas done threatened my life, I was still thinkin' 'bout money

Like niggas ain’t talkin' bout nothin, you ain’t never even beat up nothin'

Last time I checked, you a bitch, you must turnt to a G or some

You too old to be trying to get rank

Lil' boy, sit down before you get spanked, bitch

Nigga, what the fuck?!

(Huh?)

Nigga, what the fuck?!

(Nigga, what the fuck?!)

Bitch, what the fuck?!

(What, what, what?)

Bitch, what the fuck?!

(Bitch, what the fuck?!)

What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)

What the (What?), what the (What?)

What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)

What the (What?), What the fuck?!

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What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)

What the (What?), What the fuck?!