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lirik lagu this how i’m coming – fbg duck

[intro: fbg duck]
i told you i can get a lil’ crazy
no*no, no, no, no, i don’t want no autotune, f*ck all that sh*t
this how they want me to come
gang*gang

[verse 1: fbg duck]
first off, i wanna say free my shorty wooski (free woo)
n*ggas can’t say sh*t about shorty (why?)
sh*t, ’cause they know shorty loony (perioid)
i would tell y’all a story, but
the sh*t i been through (huh?)
i can f*ck around and write a movie (woo)
let me introduce me, i go by the name of duck if you don’t know me, b*tch (money, money)
i f*ck around, spit in your face, so don’t blow me, b*tch (ptui)
n*ggas don’t borrow sh*t, they hate to owe me sh*t (period)
’cause if they take too long, i come deebo your sh*t (like, i’m serious)
n*gga, the don dada (don dada)
n*ggas know since 2010, we been poppin’ (yah)
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout thirties in guns, we got big choppers (what?)
sh*t, he lip boxin’ (what?)
turn his head ‘to a piñata (dummy)
man, i ain’t tryna shake hands with these n*ggas (never)
man, i ain’t tryna be friends with these n*ggas (never)
h*ll nah, i ain’t tryna make plans with these n*ggas (like, y’all got me f*cked up, n*gga)
tryna put every bullet out this fn through these n*ggas (glah, glah)
what the f*ck is y’all sayin’ to these n*ggas? (like, what the f*ck goin’ on?)
all of a sudden, y’all some kin to these n*ggas (like, now y’all blood, huh?)
now i remember when y’all ran from these n*ggas (f*ckin’ b*tch*ass n*ggas)
i just hope somebody prayin’ for these n*ggas (man, these rappers is hoes)
i’m just sayin’, n*ggas act like they don’t know, huh?
n*ggas act like we wasn’t posted in front of that store, huh?
n*ggas act like we wasn’t posted on the four, huh? bad b*tch walkin’ past, we approach her
ah, you with bro, huh?
ah, you don’t know her? (woo)
b*tch, give bro some, we don’t wanna feel no t**th, just your tongue (money)
[interlude: fbg duck & billionaire black]
hahahaha
like, i play too much, right?
like*like, i play too much, right?
shorty, you know duck, shorty (woah, billy, clout god)
i know (gang*gang), but watch this
woah, let’s get it

[verse 2: billionaire black]
first off, free loco, that’s my f*ckin’ brother (jones)
different father, different mother, but the same struggle (true)
n*ggas never ran up on him, have shorty bust ya (glaow)
and you know who i am, b*tch, i don’t need no introduction (let’s get it)
look, said why these n*ggas wanna beef with me? (i don’t know)
like i won’t pull up to your house and have that heat with me? (skrrt, boom)
like i ain’t ridin’ three hitters*in*here*deep with me?
like this gun that i got don’t shoot? shake the streets with me, woo
street sweeper, it just sweep n*ggas, look
shootin’ seven days of the week, n*gga, yeah
run it up, don’t get no sleep, n*gga (wow)
applyin’ pressure while these n*ggas want some beef, n*gga, woo (let’s get it)
yeah, a young rasta (rasta)
reefer chiefer, pants saggin’ (dope) gun popper (glaow, glaow)
doctors say i smoke too much gas, my lungs droppin’ (woo)
now i’m just finessin’ for bags, i’m done robbin’ (snitch*ass n*ggas), yeah (yeah)
said why these n*ggas wanna play, though? (play, though)
like we wasn’t really in the field on that trey, though? (sh*t)
like we ain’t have hundred rounds in that draco? (hundred, hundred)
faceshot a n*gga (glah), call that sh*t tango (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
[outro: billionaire black]
y’all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on
clout the f*ck up, lil’ n*gga (gang, gang, gang)
gang*gang
let’s get it

- fbg duck

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