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ain duckin - snitchgetstiched lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
what the f*ck, n*gga?
what the f*ck, n*gga?

[chorus]
me and all my n*ggas tote that fye, boy, we ain’t duckin’ sh*t
pop outside the car, i spot my opp, but he ain’t touch his bl!ck
i just popped the oxy, love my drugs, i cannot trust a b*tch
if i let you get these off me, you gon’ die, lil’ boy, you better not snitch
’cause if you do, i pop out by that cut and shoot it ’til it cl!ck
i hit his ass from the back and tell her, “start that running sh*t”
stop playing with my cup, ’cause i get mad if it spill on my fit
i like money, hoes, and clothes, and i like real expensive whips

[verse]
i don’t even like to smoke no more, lil’ b*tch, just pass that drank
i ran it up, i break thе bank, i wish you [?] cop some dank
i got that big*ass chop that sound “blah,” it sound like choppa zekе
yeah, that lil’ hoe bad as f*ck, but i just want your face
yeah, yeah, this lil’ hoe cool, but she not cooler than my bape
and i’ma act a fool every time i swing the drac’
if a n*gga wake up tryna play, a black op to his face

[chorus]
me and all my n*ggas tote that fye, boy, we ain’t duckin’ sh*t
pop outside the car, i spot my opp, but he ain’t touch his bl!ck
i just popped the oxy, love my drugs, i cannot trust a b*tch
if i let you get these off me, you gon’ die, lil’ boy, you better not snitch
’cause if you do, i pop out by that cut and shoot it ’til it cl!ck
i hit his ass from the back and tell her, “start that running sh*t”
stop playing with my cup, ’cause i get mad if it spill on my fit
i like money, hoes, and clothes, and i like real expensive whips

- snitchgetstiched lyrics

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