| Hitkidd, what it do, man?
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| What the fuck
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| Baow, baow
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
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| Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Make one call, we gotta creep
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| We pullin' up on your fuckin' street
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| Nigga got me fucked up if you think he gon' S-L-I-D-E
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| Once your home bitch find out bet they ain’t comin' down for a fuckin' week
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| Three y’all might be wolves, but the rest of them niggas, they fuckin' sheep
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| Ten toes on my feet, huh, put it on a G, huh
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| I won’t go out weak, huh, Neiman with the heat, huh
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| Big dog, ain’t no leash, huh, Black Haven, Tennessee, huh
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| Diamonds on my teeth, huh, Piggies rest in peace, huh
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| Leaches, robbers, dealers, killers
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| Back in the day the whole hood was full of hitters
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| Rather ride alone 'cause I don’t trust too many niggas
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| Fuck a middle finger, flick 'em off with the pistol
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
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| Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Hundred round on the draco
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| Yeah, yeah, wipe that boy nose
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| Hang out the car with the scope
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| I miss the head, well I caught the earlobe, yeah
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| Most of these niggas be hoes
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| Don’t fold, we stick to the code
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| My bankroll just growin' up mold
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| Pull up off in the peppermint Rolls
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| These niggas around me ign’ant
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| Gun your ass down for a fifty
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| Thirty round dick, nigga lick it
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| This Bentley coupe crawl like a cricket
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| We all we got but we wicked
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| They click it, click it, click it
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| I’m payin' my lawyer two-fifty
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| The feds grabbed Murk for extensions (free Murk)
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| Your bitch all up in my mentions
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| But I think it’s a set-up, don’t hit it
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| The Nawfside run the whole city
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| I got all-stars throwin' me kitty
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| I get exhausted, sip and I feel it
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| My wrist made of frost, it’s straight out the frigid
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| My bro caught a body, the charge got acquitted
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| They lost the body, so what they did with it? |
| (where?)
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload
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| Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
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| Hop out and let it unload, hop out and let it unload
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| Told y’all don’t fuck with my folks
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| Got me fucked up, now it’s on
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| Caught they ass gon' on the scrolls
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| Hop out and let it unload |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unload , by - Duke Deuce. Song from the album Memphis Massacre, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп