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lirik lagu hell nah – duke deuce

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[intro: duke deuce]
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)
ayy, ayy
what the f*ck?
yeah, yeah

[chorus: gloss up & duke deuce]
only comp i see is me lookin’ in the mirror (huh)
he said he was hungry so i fed that n*gga dinner (yeah, eat it)
bad b*tch, winner (winner)
p*ssy wet, swimmer (swimmer)
i see why these b*tches mad and sad, they bitter (ha, bitter, h*ll nah, hoe)
n*gga, what the f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? (h*ll nah, hoe)
yeah, n*gga, you know what i’m about (h*ll nah, hoe)
all that talkin’, put my p*ssy in your mouth (h*ll nah, hoe)
i’m exclusive, you can’t f*ck me for no clout (h*ll nah, hoe)
(what the f*ck?)
[duke deuce]
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? (ayy, ayy)
all this f*ckin’ money, put this d*ck up in your mouth
i can change your life, baby, take that cheap ass weave out
ayy, you trippin’, get this za’ and put that cheap ass weed out (ayy, ayy)

[slimeroni]
ayy, n*gga (you heard?), i mean just what i said
i don’t care about your jewels and i don’t care about your bread
i heard you tryna’ birk me out (huh), sh*t, i’m just looking for the head (ha)
’cause, i ain’t f*cking for no money, i’m too rich, man, that sh*t dead

[co cash & gloss up]
you l!ck it for some what?
usually these hoes pay me to f*ck (hoe)
lil’ b*tch, you just a nut
i nicknamed that hoe ‘lil’ figure four’
i ain’t got to throw a buck
just to make a stripper touch her toes (i pass)
i put d*ck her in her throat
you let her put the p*ssy on your nose (n*ggas trippin’)
(yeah, glossy, huh)

[gloss up & duke deuce]
told a broke n*gga he can’t do nothing but point me to a rich friend (where he at, huh?)
where he at? i’ma let that n*gga f*ck me in the benz
on his set, when i throw it back (good), he gon’ throw up that (huh)
b*tches told me he a dog (huh), i’ma make that n*gga fetch (ayy, ayy)
[duke deuce]
you new to this, i grew to this, i make that sh*t [?]
you breaking up the money, that sh*t turned me off admittedly
to intersect my synergy (what?), you gotta match my energy
i take you from your soft ass n*gga and f*ck you like my enemy (what? yeah, yeah, yeah)

[slimeroni]
tryna tell me you don’t know me
slimeroni, one and only
i ain’t lying to these n*ggas (what?)
keep it p, b*tch, never funny
i be f*ckin’ on a n*gga
and in public, he my homie
i ain’t pressed about you, n*gga (huh)
go get another, i ain’t lonely

[co cash]
hoe, stop all that acting (hoe)
named that b*tch, this my lil’ ashley ([?])
she told her n*gga she was solid but, let me break it down like a fraction (what?)
you just a b*tch that i’m smashin’
hit then i’m dashin’, can’t give her passion (bye)
can’t f*ck her without the plastic
stop with the madness, give me a magnum (b*tch)

[chorus: gloss up & duke deuce]
only comp i see is me lookin’ in the mirror
he said that he was hungry so i fed that n*gga dinner
bad b*tch, winner
p*ssy wet, swimmer
i see why these b*tches mad and sad, they bitter (h*ll nah, hoe)
n*gga, what the f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? (h*ll nah, hoe)
yeah, n*gga, you know what i’m about (h*ll nah, hoe)
all that talkin’, put my p*ssy in your mouth (h*ll nah, hoe)
i’m exclusive, you can’t f*ck me for no clout (h*ll nah, hoe)

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