Lyrics Whole Lotta - Duke Deuce

Whole Lotta

Yo Ali
Aye, aye
Aye
What the fuck
Aye, aye
Bitch
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M’s got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Whole lotta guala, fucking on a model, hit em' with the wand
Call me Harry Potter, nigga got a problem hit him with the choppa
his ass up but I’m not a bottle
Triple M the gang boy you can’t hang
Nigga, you a lame you should be ashamed, we are not the same
Money over fame, sticking to the game stay up in your lane
Riding with the fucking top dropped, niggas still rocking Reebok’s
don’t tick-tock, If we don’t fuck with you kick rocks
Triple M got it on lock, he hot
Money, hold up fuck nigga think not
Made man on some big bucks shit
Disrespect get yo head bust bitch
Watching niggas on that suspect shit
Hoe tripping shouldn’t have fucked that bitch
Hot boy on some big tough shit
Throwing sets like fuck yo clique
Nigga mad cause I fucked his bitch
Yeah I told y’all, motherfucking niggas
You already know what’s going on
Triple M, Triple M, Triple M nigga
Broke ass niggas can’t fuck with them niggas
Yeah bitch you already know what’s going on nigga
Made man moving bitch
Black Haven gang nigga ain’t shit change
Shit still the same
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M’s got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Yeah, snapping like a gator on a hater
Imma player from the Himalayas, nigga you a saver I’m a slayer
Got the city on my back like a saddle
Money everywhere I’m at like a shadow
Nigga fuck yo fame it don’t matter
Throwing money in the club lets battle
Yea, Don’t make me send out some soldiers
They will come hunt you just like a vulture
Name another nigga colder
Bitch, I’m from Memphis and I’m taking over
These boys keep fucking my phone up
Don’t need no pins bitch I’m not a bowler
God keep feel like the devil just keep getting closer
Run it up, fuck it up, call me up, get her, bust a nut
Fuck around I’m a clown
Chop her down hundred rounds all in the fucking Draco
On the gang, hitta gang, shooter gang
With the gang throwing signs out the window
Back that, scratch that, nigga had a set back
But a nigga back like
Think I’m the shit like a fart, I keep the pump like a
Ain’t talking bad like, I fuck your bitch I’m a boss
Holding it down like an anchor, Black Haven twisting up fingers
They say the city in danger, Duke Deuce keep dropping them
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M’s got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta