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wop - deuce caliber lyrics

pulled up to the club
drunk as a b*tch
i had an eighth in my trippy kit
i met a freak in houston
she want to get come through
and get high till the kitty drip
see she fell in love with the banga
i hit the back of the box
i made that little b*tch cum so hard
her dumbass could not see
that is the fettiest wap
we bring the pressure on them
we in the club and them n*gga be muggin
we calling them biscuits
that jelly on them
i am a master barber with these fades
baltimore that’s in my veins
titty boy them with these chains
hard as h*ll to get a strap in the club
but them n*ggas ain’t checkin for blades
come to my crib
you don’t see nothing but hoes in the kitchen
flambéing the craziest grits
i am in the bedroom
i’m getting it warmed up
how many n*ggas gone drill in it foul
master the p*ssy and train her to bow
rocks off with my socks off
in a chokehold then i spit in her mouth
n*ggas be knowing me
i do that b*tch like a dreidel menorah
it’s hanukkah spinning her ovaries
that’s why she leave me
cause n*ggas ain’t sh*t
but truth is she still can’t get over me
i hit the box then i passed to my man like i’m manu gin0bli
you ever got gut f*cked with a thumb in your b*tt
while you bumping that jodeci
waist trainer with the squeeze
i can’t be hitting the gram
first 48 dead
she going back to her man x2

- deuce caliber lyrics

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