Corrección Letra Single Asf par Lil' Duke

Featuring(s) : Young Nudy & UnoTheActivist

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[UnoTheActivist]
12 Hunna on the beat
Red Drum on the beat
A check
I'ma be honest, bitch
I ain't gon' hold back
DJ Flippp, make the money flip

Look, I'm single as f*ck
Been down on my luck
No ain't nobody to trust
Think I done ran out of f*cks
They wonder why I give no f*cks
Came with the Act, hid the lean in the trunk
Ooh, pop at your top
I think I had enough
Can't nobody stop it, you better go get it
f*ck niggas envy, we live life relentless
Used to ride on the bus now we in Bentleys
Keep chasing money, don't chase none of these bitches
I can't trust a soul, these niggas change every day
Stay down on your grind, do whatever, just get paid
Keep chasing money, don't chase none these bitches

[UnoTheActivist]
Told my little nigga hold on, keep grip
Holding that work, little nigga gon' slip
Run up, baby now let this bitch rip
Ooh, yeah, told her lil baby get hip
Told her get here 'fore I dip
Ooh, yeah, I'm out of here
Elliot in a whole new atmoshere
Drinkin' on lean, not no beer
Told little baby come here
Come here, let me whisper somethin' in your ear
I know you dig it, you been checkin' my gear
Havin' trouble with a boy you can't bear
Baby be wit me, I be overseas
Baby know it's me, bitch she look at these
Big old Bentley coupe it sit on double D's

[Lil Duke]
My diamonds on freeze
Bitch out of here, in a whole 'nother league
Don't f*ck with no leeches
Stayed on my grizzy and I took the lead
I'm on the road to riches
I want some money, I don't want them bitches
Somethin' like Picasso, I'm painting these pictures
Thumb through that shit and we runnin' them digits
I used to trap on the block with the midget
Don't need no bin 'cause I got good percentage
Shoot for CeeLo on the bank on my fifties
I'm tryna stack up a milly, you dig it
Geeked off the adderall
She bad with no ass at all
Since a young nigga knew how to ball
Her p*ssy so wet like Niagara falls

[Young Nudy]
Yeah yeah, stay down just to go and come up
Mama said I wasn't gon' be shit
I had to go 'head and show her
I had to go 'head and grow up
Trap on the pole real early
Young nigga went seven-thirty
Robbed a nigga for the birdie
Young nigga came up early
Now I go'n sip on the double cup
Everywhere I go I got big racks on me
Lil nigga call me big homie
Lil nigga lookin' like a lil homie
Y'all niggas ain't nothin' like me
Slimeball f*ck on your wifey
Get money, yeah that's why she like me
Real street nigga, don't indict me

Look, I'm single as f*ck
Been down on my luck
No ain't nobody to trust
Think I done ran out of f*cks
They wonder why I give no f*cks
Came with the AK, hid the lean in the trunk
Ooh, pop at your top
I think I had enough
Can't nobody stop it, you better go get it
f*ck niggas envy, we live life relentless
Used to ride on the bus now we in Bentleys
Keep chasing money, don't chase none of these bitches
I can't trust a soul, these niggas change every day
Stay down on your grind, do whatever, just get paid

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