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fuck bitches - lil deuce & rob vicious lyrics

[intro]
ay rob, “what?” i think the fed’s is listening
fed’s listening
n*gga the meds is kickin, you ain’t gotta dead a homie just to come with dead b*tches

[rob vicious]
f*ck b*tches, f*ck these b*tches, got a weird gla bag ion trust these b*tches
i got ninety nine problems but it’s none of these b*tches
n*gga who ain’t bout drama, i’m the real rob vicious
gang gang gang on yo block who not trippin’
n*gga come catch fades and get popped then stop snitchin’
[?] will light you up 30 stick got switches
you all got the hoes but lil deuce got the b*tches

[lil deuce]
you all got the hoes so lil deuce got the b*tches
i just snuck a chop through the backdoe it’s extended
knock a n*gga down if he ever get to trippin’
but i just called a twitter thug, had to whip him for the mention

you ain’t never seen a hundred tatted boys stop lyin’
they didn’t like me in the jungle, i came back with some lions
i just took a road trip, came back with a dub
told your b*tch shut her mouth i’m on the phone with the club

[rob vicious]
ay, lil robby back up on his bullsh*t
robby only n*gga you thought that i was cool with
you will make a n*gga grab a choppa and start shootin with it
y’know ain’t a shooter what the h*ll you even doin’ with it
[lil deuce]
told the homie, pass the strap, lemme catch one
you ain’t ever took a trip for a body? it’s h*lla fun!
jump out, catch the toughest n*gga, make that n*gga run!
pop out his momma’s house, ask mom’s, mom’s where yo son?

- lil deuce rob vicious lyrics

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